El: Tesoro De La Juventud [best]

And in San Lucas, the old people on the benches began to notice something strange: the young girl who used to rush past them now stopped. She sat down. She asked them their names, their stories, their sorrows.

Don Mateo placed a hand on her head. "Child, the mirror was never the treasure. The walk to the cave was. The asking. The wondering. The moment you looked and understood." He smiled, and in the moonlight, he did not look old at all. "You already have it now. Go to sleep. Tomorrow, you start living." el tesoro de la juventud

At the deepest chamber, the lantern light fell upon a natural hollow in the rock. Inside, resting on a bed of moss, lay a single object: a small, cracked hand mirror, its silver backing tarnished black. And in San Lucas, the old people on