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Enchantments Beauties

§ February 3rd, 2013 § Filed under General § Tagged Comments Off on Enchantments Beauties

Enchantments, beauties and mysteries Age midnight. Elma did not stop to think about what its neighbor counts to it. Sleep did not obtain to gain it and the sweat covered its immovable body. It did not want to believe, but something said to it that the possibilities of the fact were not null to be true. It praid. E, when it only heard snaps for the house, the words ran away from its mouth and it forgot the conjuncts. Its husband slept, its children slept and entrancing silence got worse the sensation of that the more frequent snaps were each time.

Brandina owner liveed in lugarejo has many years and knew its enchantments, its beauty and its mysteries. The white hair and the bending coasts showed of far that the arduous work of roa makes with that, throughout the years, its body was to the few if delivering. However, its memory was of a girl. Costumava to visit Elma, therefore was the neighbor next to its house. Its visits were always when entardecer, therefore the work all occupied its time during the day. Before the night, it headed for house, where it lived alone, since its son marries it has many years.

Brandina owner, however, in its last visit, while she counted its memories, did not perceive that the time passes and the night folloied already it. She observed it to Elma, while it looked at for the soil road and seemed hipnotizada. At this moment, the old lady counted one of the mysteries of that place. In the way until its house, she had an enormous tree. Such tree grows on one old cemetary abandoned e, according to it, who passed that way at night heard chains dragging, racket of rocks being plays and children playing of wheel. Nobody obtained to see nothing, to feel and only to hear.

Vertigo

§ October 30th, 2012 § Filed under General § Tagged Comments Off on Vertigo

After resting a little, it was risen and heading for the tunnel of the left, continued that penosa and overwhelming day in the blackout, in search of light and pure air. Finally, after much time that it wise person if was not hours or days, it sighted a distant clarity. That light it of the spirit and it hurries the step. Soon later, finally, it reaches the exit. It advances for cool air, the sun and the freedom. The clarity of day dims its eyes, the feet sinks in the mud.

Feeling a vertigo, it for, holding in a tree twig deceased. It has advanced has a stream, a row of cinereous houses in the edge. It does not know where he is, he does not remember where deferred payment, does not know who is. He sees its image in the estagnada water and he does not recognize that man of macilento, dirty face, dishevelled.Andres breathes deep, raises the face. The stream is an obstacle and it follows for the opposing side. He crosses a field, he finds a road and soon later he arrives at the city. He rambles for the streets, feeling hunger and headquarters.

He sees a door open and if he approaches. There inside, leaned in a balcony he has bags of beans, rice, maize and sugar and on of the balcony, tobacco in rope, candles, he bathes, rapadura. In the walls hung in hooks, it had hammer, scythe, shovel and hoe, barbed wire in one I sing. In the shelf it had honey pots. potato, pumpkin candy, and goiabada. It still had, oil of whale for oil lamps, aguardente, coffee and charque. It does not have nobody to sight and Andres enter, looking some thing to eat. Suddenly it stumbles at something in the soil, if he inclines and he catches a dirty wood piece of blood.