The metaphor of this kingdom

_{Fondo / Imagen del concurso}

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The blow is a shadow that I watch fall with maddening certainty. It is not a mischievous and reckless child, as I thought at first, who wields the unconscious mallet that threatens the fire hydrant; my perceptive convictions transformed him into a larger, more powerful silhouette, which remains, in any case, a dark figure, refusing to be identified at that moment, especially when the blow is imminent. The moment the impact is felt, the unmistakable noise will be a warning bell for those nearby, for those always unprepared individuals who will turn to watch the raging water spread everywhere, while it drenches them as they insist on staying there and struggle to understand what is happening, but can only see that blurry shadow that will probably never be identified.

Some of those present will think, as I do, that this indeterminate silhouette does not belong in these common areas where most citizens move; no, that shadow frequents the upper echelons, the select spaces where the destinies of society are planned with formally high-sounding language, but which, when it comes down to it, are executed with precise hammer blows, whose origin is hidden or projected, without any scruples, even in the indecisive features of an innocent being.

A little later, the frantic stream emerging from the hydrant will form small streams that will flow through the streets, confirming that something has broken in the city and that, if not addressed immediately, it could ruin everything, damage the strongest structures, and turn into puddles or putrid lagoons that will end up deteriorating not only the environment but also the hopes of its inhabitants... However, at some point, those responsible for solving the problem will arrive, and then the water will stop splashing and running everywhere, and we will quickly forget the shadow and the fire hydrant that metaphorize this realm, where another symbol of its misfortune will soon appear.

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