“And in the middle of the things, the soul, that is alone.”
Jorge Luis Borges

Me,  Gerion, that I am a fabulous creature, observe horrified Alcestes, that has a sole body and rests from its savage fatigues, sleeping under an oak, lonely at the plain. Only one pair of eyes, of arms, of legs, one sole head that dreams with my death.

I contemplate from the Teide mount the gross part of their weapons: The club, with whom he injured the three headed Cerberus, the sword with which he cracked the multiple heads of my cousin at the Lerna swamps, the arrow he used against the  innumerable bird that infested the Stinfalus.

Half covered by the water, I cannot keep the eyes away from the brass ship that glows at the beach; in the seame he came to my islands to also wipe me out from the time – that like all of his  he supposes unique- crossing this lake that separates Europe from Africa. Leaning on my throne, in Tenneriffe , where on its golden straw mats I do not dare to sit, since Alcestes arrived, I think that the chase of these unique creatures is coming to its end and that I am their end and I was it from the moment itself that Alcestes father, that reigns alone in the Olympus, has sworn to put an end to my lineage, that is the one of his grandfather, and create one sole world, and sole time and one sole heaven.

The fact of living mine and I living in the vast pasts, presents and futures, allowed us to know that this sentence had to be accomplished with and how and when. That due to its accomplishment Alcestes was freed from the double snake that was supposed to kill him in this cradle and that his brother Euristeo, the one that reigns in Mycenae and orders one by one his twelve tasks is just a tricky illusion, a mean that the God uses, a corporeal ghost, that does not duplicate our angry killer.

Alcestes price for his bloody deed – it is only one- will be to get free from its mortal part, the one inherited from Alcmena, his mother and enter forever into the solitaire cavity of its father, together with all the other immortals, being each one, Zeus God of the sun, Zeus Lord of the waters, Zeus divinity from hell. So, the perfidious Olympic wants to hide its multiplicity, that embarrasses him like a spot... He cannot drag him from himself and takes him away from Earth with us.

Once again I got lost at the uncountable paths of my minds and the immediate has disappeared to give space to the games of shadows and lights that contained all what has happened, what happens and the future. It is precise that I leave this game that very few will remember that they will inherit in a couple of hours may be, the surface of the created and face the first among men, Alcestes, that rises from his dream (I see him from the beach, from the mountain covered with snow Teide and from my palace in Tenneriffe, grasping his club, picking up the arrow and taking the damned sword), deprived from sleep by the multiplied bleating of my purple cattle. They go to the plain prepared by Erimion, my shepherd and pushed by Ortros, that barks loyally and furious. The fact is that he is ambushed by the dog, anxious to destroy him with one or another of its mouths. But the fact is also that whitout fear, that the one that is called hero, discharges his armed clug of strong spikes over the back of Ortros and throws him through the air like a filthy piece of trash, without turning his head, without taking away his unique pair of eyes from my shepherd, that uselessly tries to hide among the agitated red backs, when he is his victim.

Alcestes takes away with his powerful arms the cows from the bulls and having arrived at Erimion, it has no value that my shepherd raises to the skies his armed hands of six fingers, that he arrogantly kneels down claiming for mercy, asking the one who has not any. Zeus does not listen and Alcestes does not listen either, who scornfully throws away his weapons and strangles him with the sole force of his hands.

Afterwards he goes to the beach and climbs to the top of Teide.

When I think he comes to my palace, wherefrom I only contemplate him, he gathers my cattle, ships it in his brass vessel and leaves laughing alone. The rage of Zeus has pointed me out, the last one of the lineage, a horrible destiny. And the only one.