The Cursed Song of the Guacaba
From the shadows of his humble hut, Don Perucho heard the mournful song that cut through the night like a knife through raw flesh. The guacaba. That somber bird that, according to ancient whispers, didn't simply announce death... it summoned it with its cursed voice. It was said that Death herself materialized when the bird intoned its macabre requiem, or that wandering souls returned from beyond to roam among the living, guided by that blood-curdling song.
Since the dawn of his youth, Don Perucho had witnessed the terrible prophecy. Every time the guacaba raised its ghostly voice, a loved one disappeared forever from this world, taking their secrets and promises with them.
On that cursed afternoon, when the sky turned reddish hues that foretold misfortune, the song arose once more. Terrified, Don Perucho jumped up from his seat and ran outside, his trembling hands hurling stones and curses.
"Get away from here, you creature of hell! You malevolent bird!" he shouted, his voice breaking with fear
But the guacaba, with a malice that transcended the natural, leaped impassively from branch to branch, further sharpening its sepulchral song that reverberated among the trees like the echo of the bells of Judgment Day:
"Gua-caba... gua-caba... gua-caba..."
In his absolute solitude, where not even the telephone signal could penetrate that place forgotten by God, Don Perucho understood that his fate had already been sealed. He resigned himself to listening to the bird's lament, knowing that each note brought him inexorably closer to tragedy.
As the sun began to set behind the mountains, a neighbor on a motorcycle appeared in the distance, like a messenger from the cruel gods. His face, pale as wax, carried with it the words Don Perucho already knew:
"Don Perucho, I bring you heartbreaking news... your boss has passed away..."
The prophecy had been fulfilled once again. The guacaba's song never lies
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