No one in town had seen the stars for a hundred years, until the night Charlie disappeared.
Little by little, the most curious neighbors, the tormented, those who were in love, the lonely and melancholic, all of them settled in the square without looking up. After all, nothing extraordinary was happening in that town. The only relevant event was the arrival of Charly.
Nobody knew where he was coming from or where he was going. But the sunflower-headed, opal-eyed boy was gaining the appreciation of every inhabitant.
Always willing, Charly, who never uttered a word, just smiling made the green secrets of the earth sprout, or the eggs of the hummingbirds hatch. Charly was a strange boy. Nobody knew if his name was really Charly.
That name was taken as his own because he wore it written on one of the sleeves of that blue-silver outfit that he never took off, nor did it bother him to be called that.
Charly was gone, it was a fact. After searching for him among the stones, under the glass of the river, among the flowers, in the corners, the only thing left was to look for him in the heights.
All this happened while the Petuques, with their grandfather's old telescope, hunted for drawings in the firmament. When they returned from their exploratory rounds, Cheto with the telescope on his shoulder and Mumma, with a notebook full of notes and traces resulting from their observations, found out about the commotion.
Mumma winked at Cheto who climbed, as best he could, onto one of the park's ambient lamps looking to be seen and heard. As everyone was engrossed in the search with their heads up, trying to see but not seeing, Mumma filled his lungs with a lot of air and let out a whistle, bringing the villagers out of their state. Cheto then said, raising his voice very high: —Everyone is looking for Charly, but I don't think he's coming back, he's already shown us what's important.
—And how do you know that?
Mumma then opened his notebook and in it was a child-like scribble that looked like a sphere, with hair like the petals of a tousled sun in full flight.
At that very moment, Charly was passing by, made light, leaving the marvelous trail of his smile drawn in the sky.
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