EDUARDO FAUQUEMBERGUE

99 es un espírtu torpe o cruel. Nadie está del todo seguro. Sabemos que viaja por el mundo obsesionado por el "conocimiento", por la embriaguez del Logos. Cuervo que sueña con ser paloma encendida, entra de noche en las casas, atravezando las paredes como cualquier otro espíritu. Agazapado en en una esquina, observa a los dormidos, y en cuanto dan las 4 de la madrugada, comparte el fuego del conocimiento. Qué increíble mundo sería éste, si no fuera porque siempre pierde el control, actuando como desquiciado pajarraco, los ojos ardiendo como poseído. Su visita llena de buenas intenciones acaba siempre en una casa incendiada, y con inquilinos calcinados en su camas. Nadie sabe si su visita es una bendición o una desdicha, y mucho menos por qué diablos se grabó 99 en la frente.

"99" is a clumsy spirit, or maybe a cruel one, nobody really knows. But we know for sure that he travels the world haunted by the concept of "knowledge", or, in another words, by the drunkenness of the Logos. This raven, who sees himself as a burning dove, enters the houses walking through the walls like any spirit in the night. Hiding and waiting in a corner of the room, crouched in the darkness, he watches people sleeping in their beds, but he also observes what this people are doing in their dreams, like a one-eyed cat peeping a seafood store. And then, at 4 o’clock in the morning, he finally shares the fire of knowledge.

What an amazing world it would be, if only our raven wouldn't loose control, acting like a maniac bird, totally excited by the passion of his duty. His well-intentioned visit always leads to a house set on fire with honest people burned alive in their beds.
Nobody knows if his visit is a blessing or a curse, and, especially, why the hell he has a 99 printed on his forehead.