Farol

No era un farol. Su cara de póker. Su cara de estatua de cera. Su cara de hielo. Su cara de muñeco. Su cara de maniquí una cara vacía sin expresión. Y precisamente las expresiones decían cosas la estatua de cera la miraba sonriendo la cara de hielo le miraba con asombró la cara de muñeco simplemente observaba y la cara vacía en su imaginación era el mayor farol de todos. Diciendo todo y a la vez nada . Nadie entendía como se comunicaban y es que a ellos no les hacía falta mímica ni gestos todo estaba planeado y simplemente seguían una regla. Las señal no estaba en la cara. Era esa luz llamada intuición y esa oscuridad llamada confianza. No había más trampa que su magia.

It wasn't a lantern. His poker face. His wax statue face. His face of ice. His doll face. His mannequin face a blank expressionless face. And precisely the expressions said things the wax statue looked at her smiling the ice face looked at her with astonishment the doll face simply watched and the empty face in her imagination was the biggest bluff of all. Saying everything and at the same time nothing. No one understood how they communicated and they did not need mime or gestures, everything was planned and they simply followed a rule. The signs were not on the face. It was that light called intuition and that darkness called trust. There was no more trap than his magic.