“I enter the cave carrying him in my arms and place him carefully on my jaguar stone. I put my hands on his heart, on his forehead, and I go calling the wise men and the beings of light who come slowly and begin to surround him by his head.
For the first time the cavern is dark and cold. There is no light. Contrary to our expectations, by imposing our hands on his body we rise instead of him. We go up like in a round of paratroopers and I recognize several of his friends among those who, holding hands, put together this great round. We wait…
Suddenly, expelled and swift, he crosses the void enclosed by our joined hands, he crosses the space like a bullet man fired upwards, towards a sphere of light never seen before by me. Iridescent, endless, vibrant, a living light... throbbing, pulsating. Gigantic, it looks like the vault of heaven seen from Orongo. Now I think that this speed is what he must have felt when he was ejected from his motorcycle.
My brother Francisco has just died. I already know… I just saw him on his journey towards the light. In peace I wish him a beautiful journey.
Next to the sun, in Tahai, gorgeous fall of the star god.”