Con mi tío Escopio fui testigo de la unión celestial entre los amantes satélites pastores de Prometeo y Pandora y vi de qué manera se colocaban en sus dedos inmortales los anillos de Saturno mientras se escuchaba crepitar una canción de fuego y esperanzas. Con mi tío Escopio exploré las montañas de la luna y me zambullí en el mar del frío, en el mar de la tranquilidad, en el mar de la fe, en el mar de los deseos, en la playa océano de las tormentas.

Mi Tío Escopio me enseñó que la contemplación todo lo transparenta aunque esté conformada por líneas espectrales, que no hay adentro ni afuera en la mirada. Es mágico. Mi tío Escopio. Entrando a la mirada de mi tío Escopio conocí las lindes de la imaginación y la idea. Allá lejos, muy lejos, dentro de mí, navego en el barco que capitaneamos Isis, Osiris, Horus y yo.

Esta mañana pescábamos sueños en la ignota galaxia de Eoxún cuando vi en su mirada que un meteorito de indecibles colores se avecinaba vertiginoso atravesando montañas de estrellas. El reino celestial se convirtió en arcoíris cuando el meteorito llegó hasta nos. Mi Tío Escopio cayó al río de la eternidad convertido en fragmentos de millones de espejos que recojo con las lágrimas de la fantasía al tiempo que suenan las campanas de ilusión dentro de mí.

_{Drawing provided by @saulos for the contest}

My uncle Scope

I am the luckiest being in the universe because my uncle Scope has taken me to see landscapes that are in ultralight. Thanks to my uncle Scope, the first memory I have of my life is the day I was born. My uncle Scope climbs me on his planetary belly and brings his only eye closer to me through which I see the most extravagant plates of the firmament pass. That day my uncle Scope oriented me and when I passed my eyes through his gaze, I could see a tiny egg bursting into infinite particles that scattered within me and came out after me, turning into nebulae galaxies.

My uncle Scope accompanies me in every experience along the way. With him I attended, and still do, the most fascinating shows that no one could even imagine. For example, at a tender age I learned of the star Brahms, which emits seven-note photons that allow me to travel through different dimensions beyond the time that has always just begun.

With my uncle Scope, I witnessed the celestial union between the loving shepherd satellites of Prometheus and Pandora and I saw how the rings of Saturn were placed on their immortal fingers while a song of fire and hope was heard crackling. With my uncle Scope I explored the mountains of the moon and dived into the sea of ​​cold, the sea of ​​tranquility, the sea of ​​faith, the sea of ​​desires, the ocean beach of storms.

My Uncle Scope taught me that contemplation makes everything transparent even though it is made up of spectral lines, that there is neither inside nor outside in the gaze. It's magic. My uncle Scope. Entering the gaze of my uncle Scope, I knew the limits of imagination and idea. Far away, far away, inside of me, I sail on the ship that Isis, Osiris, Horus and I captained.

This morning we were fishing for dreams in the unknown galaxy of Eoxún when I saw in his eyes that a meteorite of unspeakable colors was approaching vertiginously through mountains of stars. The celestial kingdom turned into a rainbow when the meteorite reached us. My Uncle Scope fell into the river of eternity turned into fragments of millions of mirrors that he collected with the tears of fantasy as the bells of illusion rang within me.

_{English translation: google translator}