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My Strange Stories XVII

November 2nd, 2011

The old lady was gazing the moon, thinking in his dear George, who was now waiting for her with the angels. She knew it was time to choose an heir to her fortune. She had scattered on the mahogany table the photographs of her three grandchildren. Now she had to choose, something very hard to do because she knew that inheriting that amount of money would stir up a huge change in the life of the heir.

The grandchildren of the old lady were Thomas, the older, Margaritte and Christopher, the little one. They were children of her loved only child Suzanne, who has died after Christopher was born because of Pneumonia. Such a tragic day for the family! Albert, the father of the three had been living in seclusion from that moment, he had never recovered. And the three have had to get over by themselves. Margaritte took care of her little brother, she loved him so much. But Thomas had developed a rubbish hate to Christopher, he blamed him for his mother’s death. The attitude of Thomas had a big hold over Christopher but he was gentle, gallant and kind, and has a sweet big heart.

The old lady decided to go to visit her grandchildren. She hadn’t visited them from six years ago when they all dined for courtesy. Duchess Victoria –the old lady –took a cab after getting plainly dressed. She made a plan. When there is money between, people’s heart become corrupt, so she had to know how her grandchildren really were if she wanted to choose the right owner of her safe. She nodded to herself and gave the address to the driver.

Duchess Victoria dressed like a beggar ran into Thomas and he, looking her like nothing, pushed her with an evil grin and with a disdainful cold look in his eyes, making harm on her arm. Margaritte seeing what her brother did, went hurry to her, made a bow and asked for forgiveness while Christopher helped her to stand up. Duchess Victoria knew she didn’t need another proof to choose a hair. The beggar grated and left.

Five days later Margaritte received from the servant an envelope with the names: Margaritte and Christopher do Lincourt.

My Midsummer Night's Dream

This is my version of this play of William Shakespeare...
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A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM SCRIPT

FAIRY 1: This is a story that all Fairy world knows because it involves our Queen and King and four poor humans. Pay attention and you will know what happened. Oh! I forgot telling something important: Humans cannot see fairies, but they can be their victims. The story begins like this: Hermia and Lysander were lovers; but Hermia's father wished her to marry another man, named Demetrius. (Playing it behind the narrator)

(THESEUS, EGEUS, DEMETRIUS, LYSANDER, HERMIA on the court of the Duke)

THESEUS: I’m the duke of Athens and in front of me there is a case that involves good Egeus…

EGEUS: My dear Duke. I’ve come here in front of you with complaint against my child, my daughter Hermia. My noble lord, this man Demetrius hath my consent to marry her. But this man, Lysander hath bewitch’d the bosom of my child. She doesn’t consent to marry with Demetrius, so I beg the ancient privilege of Athens, as she is mine, I may dispose of her: Hermia must marry with the man I’ve chosen, Demetrius, or she must die.

FAIRY 2: Now, in Athens, where they lived, there was a wicked law, by which any girl who refused to marry according to her father's wishes, might be put to death. Hermia's father was so angry with her for refusing to do as he wished.

THESEUS: What say you, Hermia? Demetrius is a worthy gentleman.

HERMIA: So is Lysander.

THESEUS: In himself he is; but in this kind, wanting your father’s voice, the other must be held the worthier.

HERMIA: I would like my father look with my eyes. I know that the worst come to me if I refuse to wed Demetrius. Though, I refuse.

THESEUS: Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires

DEMETRIUS: Relent, sweet Hermia: and, Lysander, let me have my right.

LYSANDER: You have her father’s love, Demetrius; let me have Hermia’s: you can marry him.

EGEUS: Scornful Lysander! It´s true, he hath my love. And she is mine, and all my right of her I give unto Demetrius.

LYSANDER: I am, my lord, as well derived as he, as well possess’d; my love is more than his; I have so many fortunes and the most important thing, I am beloved of beauteous Hermia: Why my lord don’t let me marry her? Demetrius: love Helena; win her soul, because she loves you.

THESEUS: I’ve heard so much. Demetrius, come; and come, Egeus; you shall go with me, I have some private schooling for you both. For you, fair Hermia, it is better to you if you do your father’s will; or else the law of Athens will be applied over you.

FAIRY 2: The Duke gave Hermia four days to think about it, and, at the end of that time, if she still refused to marry Demetrius, she would have to die. (THESEUS, EGEUS AND DEMETRIUS LEFT)

LYSANDER: Oh, my love! Why is your cheek so pale? How chance the roses there do fade so fast?

HERMIA: Oh, hell! To choose love by another’s eyes! My father has chosen Demetrius instead of you. He doesn’t understand that I love you!

FAIRY 3: Lysander was too angry and Hermia was brokenhearted. Lysander planned something. He had an aunt who lived too far. In that place the laws of Athens couldn’t be applied. There, they could get married.

LYSANDER: If you love me then, escape from your father’s house tomorrow night and in the wood we met the first time, we will run away and be happy forever.

HERMIA: My love! I swear by Cupid, the God of Love, that tomorrow night I truly will meet you at forest.

LYSANDER: Keep your promise, my love. Look, here comes Helena.

HERMIA: Happy you, my friend Helena!

HELENA: Happy? Why should I be happy? Demetrius loves you!

HERMIA: The more I hate him, the more he follows me!

HELENA: The more I love him, the more he hates me!

HERMIA: His folly, Helena, is no fault of mine.

HELENA: None, but your beauty: would that fault were mine! This is fault of your beauty.

HERMIA: Be happy, my friend. Take comfort: he no more will see my face; Lysander and myself will fly this place.

HELENA: Are you going to escape?

HERMIA: Before the time I did Lysander see, seemed Athens as a paradise to me, but now, is a hell.

LYSANDER: Helena, do you remember the wood we saw the first time?

HERMIA: There my Lysander and I shall meet with your help. Pray you for us and good luck grant you with Demetrius! (HERMIA LEFT)

LYSANDER: Helena, adieu! (LYSANDER LEFT)

HELENA: Through Athens I am as beauty as Hermia; but what of that? Demetrius thinks not so!

FAIRY 4: Helena had been Demetrius' sweetheart long before his marriage with Hermia had been thought of. Helena was jealousy; she could not see that it was not poor Hermia's fault that Demetrius wished to marry her instead of Helena. She knew that if she told Demetrius that Hermia was going, as she was, he would follow her.

HELENA: I will go to tell Demetrius of Hermia’s flight: Then to the wood he will tomorrow night pursue her; and I can follow him, and at least I shall see him.

FAIRY 4: So she went to Demetrius, and betrayed her friend's secret. (PLAY IT BEHIND)

(AT THE WOOD)

FAIRY 5: The wood where Lysander was going to meet Hermia was full of fairies. Oberon was the King of the fairies and Titania, the Queen. They had been happy before, but now they were fighting because of a little Indian boy whom Titania had taken to be one of her followers. Oberon wanted the child to follow him and be one of his fairy knights; but the Queen didn’t give it to him.

OBERON: I’ll met by moonlight, proud Titania

TITANIA: What, jealousy Oberon!? You spoil everything. Come, fairies, let us leave him. I am not friend with him now.

OBERON: Give me that little Indian boy, and I will again be your humble servant.

TITANIA: Set your mind at rest. Your whole fairy kingdom buys not that boy from me. Come, fairies.

OBERON: Well, go your ways. But I'll be even with you before you leave this wood.

FAIRY 6: Then Oberon called his favorite fairy, Puck. Puck was the spirit of mischief.

OBERON: Now, bring me the flower called Love-in-idleness. The juice of that little purple flower on the eyes of those who sleep will make them, when they wake, to love the first thing they see.

I will put some of the juice on my Titania's eyes, and when she wakes she will love the first thing she sees, were it lion, bear, or wolf, or bull, or meddling monkey, or a busy ape.

PUCK: Yes, my King.

FAIRY 7: While Puck was gone, Demetrius passed through the glade followed by poor Helena, and Oberon was watching

DEMETRIUS: I don’t love you, so don’t pursue me. Oh! I don’t see my Hermia!

HELENA: But I do love you, so, I follow you.

DEMETRIUS: I tell you, I cannot love you, I don’t love you

HELENA: And for that I love you the more. The more you beat me, the more I want you. Strike me, neglect me, lose me; only leave me, unworthy as I am, to follow you.

DEMETRIUS: Just leave me alone, that I’m sick when I look at you!

HELENA: And I am sick when I don’t look at you!

DEMETRIUS: I’ll run from you and hide, and leave you alone to the mercy of wild beasts. (DEMETRIUS RUN AWAY AND HELENA PURSUE HIM)

FAIRY 7: Oberon was sorry for poor Helena, and when Puck returned with the flower, he ordered him to follow Demetrius and put some of the juice on his eyes, so that he might love Helena when he woke and looked on her, as much as she loved him.

OBERON: Puck, have you the flower?

PUCK: Yes, my King, I have it.

OBERON: Bring it to me; I will put the juice on my Titania’s eyes while she’s sleep. And take you some of it. A sweet lady is in love with a disdainful youth. Put some juice on his eyes and procure the first thing he sees would be the lady. I want that the man loves the lady.

PUCK: my lord, your servant shall do so. (PUCK LEFT)

FAIRY 1: Puck went off, and through the wood found, not Demetrius, but Lysander, on whose eyes he put the juice; but when Lysander woke, he saw not his own Hermia, but Helena, who was walking through the wood looking for the cruel Demetrius; and when he saw her, he loved her and left his own lady, under the spell of the purple flower.

LYSANDER: Oh, my love! We are together now, and it’s time to sleep and rest your beauty eyes.

HERMIA: Yes, my love. But gentle friend, for love and courtesy sleep further of me…

(LYSANDER GOES FAR OF HERMIA TO SLEEP)

PUCK: Look, that might be the man my King wants (PUTS THE JUICE ON HIS EYES AND LEAVES)

HELENA: Demetrius, my love? Are you here? (JUST ARRIVED)

Oh! Happy is Hermia, wherever she is; she have been blessed and has attractive eyes. But I am as ugly as a bear; that’s the reason Demetrius doesn’t love me! (WALK AND FINDS LYSANDER) But who is here? Lysander! On the ground?! Dead? Or asleep? I see no blood. Lysander if you live, good sir, awake.

LYSANDER: Oh, my God you’re the most beautiful lady I’ve seen!

HELENA: Don’t say so, Lysander! Hermia loves you, be happy.

LYSANDER: Happy with Hermia! No; I hate the minutes I with her have spent. Not Hermia but Helena I love!

HELENA: What are you saying?! I must escape! (HELENA GOES AWAY)

LYSANDER: Hermia, sleep you there and never come near to me! Because I just love Helen and want to be her knight!

HERMIA: Help me Lysander! (AWAKE) oh, I dreamt a serpent ate my heart away, and you sat smiling at his cruel pray. Lysander? Are you here, my love? Oh, no! He’s gone! (HERMIA GOES) Lysander?

(AGAIN IN THE CASTLE OF FAIRIES) (TITANIA WAS SLEEP)

FAIRY 2: The Queen of the fairies was sleeping and when Titania woke the first thing she saw was a stupid clown, one of a party of players who had come out into the wood to rehearse their play.

OBERON: Look, here lays slept proud Queen Titania. With this juice I put on your eyes, my Titania, you will love, when you awake, the first thing you see, no matter a lion, bear or cat. (OBERON GOES TO TITANIA, AND PUTS THE JUICE ON HER EYES) Now, I will walk to the wood (RETURNS TO WOOD)

PUCK: This party is boring. I’m gonna call a clown. Clown, stay there and make fairies fun (PUTS AN ASS HEAD ON CLOWN)

CLOWN: Ok, but first, I have to go to the bathroom… (ENTER INTO TITANIA’S ROOM)

PUCK: Wait! That’s not the bathroom!

CLOWN: Oh! I want to go out of the wood… Being a clown is too hard.

TITANIA: (AWAKING) what angel wakes me from my flowery bed? Are you as wise as you are beautiful?

CLOWN: If I am wise enough to find my way out of this wood, that's enough for me.

TITANIA: Do not desire to go out of the wood. I love you. Come with me, and I will give you fairies to attend on you. Servants? (ENTER FOUR FAIRIES)

SERVANTS: Yes, my Queen?

TITANIA: Be kind and courteous to this gentleman. I love him too much! Come on, my love, let’s rest. (TITANIA AND CLOWN LEFT)

PUCK: I must inform this to my King. (GOES TO OBERON)

(AT THE FOREST)

PUCK: My Lord, I must inform you that my mistress with a monster is in love. Because of the magical juice you putted on her eyes, Titania woke and loved an ass.

OBERON: This is better than I could devise. But tell me, did you do to the man what I asked?

PUCK: I’ve made what you ordered, my Lord.

OBERON: That’s good, oh! Look, this is the man (ENTER DEMETRIUS AND HERMIA)

PUCK: This is the woman, but not this the man.

DEMETRIUS: Why you refuse the man who loves you so much?

HERMIA: Tell me, Demetrius, have you hurt Lysander in his sleep? If you have, kill me too.

DEMETRIUS: I am not guilty of Lysander’s blood. I haven’t done him anything.

HERMIA: I pray you: tell me then that he is well.

DEMETRIUS: If I could, what should I get therefore?

HERMIA: The privilege never to see me more. (HERMIA LEFT)

DEMETRIUS: She doesn’t love me and I’m so tired to follow her again. I’ll rest here. (SLEEPS)

OBERON: What have you done?! You’ve made a mistake! Go to the forest and bring here Helena using magic.

PUCK: I go, I go.

OBERON: Meanwhile, I will put the juice of love in the eyes of this man named Demetrius.

(HELENA AND LYSANDER ARRIVED)

HELENA: leave me alone! You have Hermia’s love! Listen, I hear Hermia’s voice calling you

LYSANDER: Demetrius loves her, and he doesn’t love you, but I do! (HELENA FALLS OVER DEMETRIUS)

DEMETRIUS: (AWAKING) Oh, Helena, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine! You’re the most beautiful creature in the world; let me have you in my arms!

HELENA: Oh, hell! You two are against of me. Demetrius, I know you hate me, but you don’t have to play with me in this way! If you were men, as men you are in show, you would not use a gentle lady so. You both are rivals, and love Hermia; and now both rivals, make fun of Helena.

LYSANDER: You are unkind, Demetrius; be not so; you said you love Hermia but here you are saying you love the lady you hated before.

DEMETRIUS: Lysander, keep your Hermia; if I have loved her, all that love is gone. And now to Helena my heart has returned.

(ENTER HERMIA)

HERMIA: Lysander, here you are! When I woke up you were not by my side, what make you leave me?

LYSANDER: my love for Helena was! Or maybe, the hate I feel for you made me leave you

HERMIA: You speak not as you think: it cannot be!

HELENA: Oh, Hermia! I can see well that you are part of this too! You made these two men have fun of your poor friend! You’re bad, Hermia.

HERMIA: I am amazed at your passionate words. I scorn you not: it seems that you scorn me.

HELENA: Have you not sent Lysander to follow me and praise my eyes and face? And made your other love, Demetrius, who never said anything else to me than he hates me, to call me goddess, nymph, divine and rare, precious, celestial?

HERMIA: I don’t understand what you mean.

LYSANDER: Stay, gentle Helena; hear my excuse, my love, my life my soul, beautiful Helena!

HELENA: O excellent!

HERMIA: Sweet, Lysander, don’t make fun of her.

LYSANDER: Helen, I love you. By my life I swear I will follow you forever!

DEMETRIUS: I say I love you more than he can do.

LYSANDER: If you say so, prove it!

DEMETRIUS: Quick, come!

HERMIA: My Lysander, what are you saying?

LYSANDER: Stay away, you monster!

HERMIA: Why are you being so rude? Am I not Hermia and are you not Lysander? Sweet love-

LYSANDER: Your love? I’m not your love. I hate you and love Helena!

HERMIA: Oh, me! You, witch! You thief of love! What, have you come by night and stolen my love’s heart from him? (TO HELENA)

DEMETRIUS: Don’t speak so to my love!

LYSANDER: Helena is my love, not yours! (TRY TO FIGHT BUT ARE STOPPED BY THE LADIES H&H LEAVES)

FAIRY 3: Oberon was very sorry to see what was happening. His try to help these lovers turn out so badly. So he said to Puck:

OBERON: These two young men are going to fight. You must do something to one will never find the other. When they are tired out, they will fall asleep. Then drop this other herb on Lysander's eyes. That will give him his old sight and his old love. Then each man will have the lady who loves him, and they will all think that this has been only a Midsummer Night's Dream. Then when this is done, all will be well. (PUCK CONFUSES LYSANDER AND DEMETRIUS AND MAKE THEM BEING LOST) (THE FOUR FALLS SLEPT)

FAIRY 4: So Puck went and did as he was told, and when the four had fallen asleep without meeting each other, Puck poured the juice on Lysander's eyes, saying:

PUCK: On the ground sleep sound: I’ll apply to your eye, gentle lover, remedy. When you wake you will love again the lady who your true love is.

(AGAIN IN THE FAIRIE’S CASTLE)

FAIRY 5: And so when Oberon came along he found his beautiful Queen lavishing kisses on a clown with a donkey's head. And before he released her from the enchantment, he persuaded her to give him the little Indian boy he so much desired to have.

FAIRY 6: Then he took pity on her, and threw some juice of the disenchanting flower on her pretty eyes.

OBERON: Puck, now that all is well with the humans, I will release my fairy queen.

PUCK: Yes, my King. And please, forgive your servant for all the mistakes I made. (PUCK LEFT)

TITANIA: My Oberon! What visions have I seen! Me thought I was enamored of an ass.

OBERON: Now you and I are new in amity. Then, my queen, we will tomorrow midnight solemnly dance in Duke Theseus’ house triumphantly.

TITANIA: Come, my lord, and in our flight tell me the occurred this night with these mortals on the ground.

(AT THE WOOD)

(ENTER THESEUS, EGEUS AND GUARDS)

EGEUS: My lord, this is my daughter here asleep; and this, Lysander; this Demetrius is; this Helena. I wonder of their being here together.

THESEUS: I wonder the same, sir. But speak, Egeus; is not this the day that Hermia should give answer of her choice?

EGEUS: It is, my lord.

THESEUS: Go, servant, wake them. (THE FOUR AWAKE) (TO LYSANDER) I know you two are rival enemies: How comes this gentle concord in the world, to sleep by hate, and fear no enmity?

LYSANDER: My lord, I shall reply amazedly, half sleep, half waking: I cannot truly say how I came here. I came with Hermia: our intent was to be gone from Athens.

EGEUS: Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough: I beg the law, the law, upon his head. Demetrius and I have been betrayed!

DEMETRIUS: My lord, fair Helen told me of their purpose to escape by this wood; and I in fury followed them, and fair Helena in fancy followed me. But, my good lord, my love to Hermia, melted as the snow. And all the faith, the virtue of my heart, the object and the pleasure of mine eye, is only Helena.

THESEUS: Fair lovers, you are fortunately met. Egeus, your daughter Hermia is forgiven. Now, good lovers, follow me. (THESEUS AND EGEUS LEAVE)

DEMETRIUS: These things seem small and undistinguishable

HERMIA: I am totally confused about what happened.

HELENA: So me think and I have found Demetrius like a jewel, mine own, and not mine own.

DEMETRIUS: Are you sure that we are awake? It seems to me that yet we sleep, we dream. Do not you think the duke was here, and asked us to follow him?

HERMIA: Yea; and my father.

LYSANDER: Yes, he asked us to follow him.

DEMETRIUS: Then, we are awake, let’s follow him and by the way let us recount our dreams.

HELENA: Good, Hermia, have you noticed it? You with Lysander and I with Demetrius can finally be happy now… (THEY SMILE AND HUG THEIR LOVER)

FAIRY 6: Oberon and Titania loved each other more than ever. Demetrius thought of no one but Helena and Helena had never had any thought of anyone but Demetrius.

FAIRY 7: As for Hermia and Lysander, they were as loving a couple as you could meet. So the four mortal lovers went back to Athens and were married; and the fairy King and Queen live happily together.

*THE END*

"Donde los árboles cantan"

Publico esto porque una persona me motivó a hacerlo. Gracias Degong Bathory :)

Octubre 28, 2011

“Si cantaran, ¿qué dirían?” Todavía creemos que es una suposición. La verdad es que ellos lo hacen, los árboles cantan. Cantan a la vida, cada mañana que despiertan bañados por el cálido rayo de sol; cantan al viento, que agita dulcemente sus copas en una danza acompasada, sutil, afín con el tiempo; cantan a la lluvia… y si prestamos atención, cantan también a las personas. Hablan de sueños, de ideas. Cuando el viento los mece ellos cantan para ti, te piden una sonrisa, te piden que no te abrumes y que, más bien, cantes con ellos…

En la ciudad o en el campo, en Nortia o en el “mundo real”, los árboles cantan a un futuro mejor, cantan a los corazones tristes, a los alegres, cantan ante las vicisitudes del mundo, cantan a la magia, al amor… ¿Cantan los árboles de Bogotá? Eso depende… ¿Quieres tú cantar con ellos?

Mis extrañas historias XVI

Octubre 5, 2011

Desperté como cuando se despierta todas las mañanas, con la cabeza vacía, sin ningún pensamiento, ni siquiera un sueño. Me levanté como me levanto todas las mañanas: a la cuenta de tres, cobijas afuera, sino no me levanto.

Como todos los días, antes de pararme observé el techo en busca de abstractismos que me alegraran la mañana, y para sorpresa mía, encontré en lugar de ellos, una compleja telaraña.

Se dice que las arañas son un buen augurio. Si te encuentras con una, tendrás buena fortuna. No sé, tal vez las arañas se dieron cuenta de mis deseos interesados de verlas y decidieron no presentárseme, pero sí me dejaron una evidencia de su presencia allí. Sea como fuere, me quedé esperando mi buena fortuna...

Una mañana, tras un insólito sueño, Franz Kafka se despertó convertido en un escritor

Julio 18, 2011

“La Metamorfosis” es la novela más famosa del escritor nacido en Praga Franz Kafka. En esta se narran los principales acontecimientos en la vida de Gregorio Samsa y su familia después de que él se ve afectado por una insólita transformación. “Una mañana, tras un

intranquilo sueño, Gregorio Samsa se despertó convertido en un monstruoso insecto.”

En el momento en que el lector comienza la novela una pregunta surge en su mente: ¿Qué querrá decir esto? Numerosas críticas se han hecho respecto al propósito de Kafka al escribir “La Metamorfosis”. Unos dicen que es el reflejo de los verdaderos sentimientos del autor y otros pocos consideran la novela como un ejemplo moralizante sobre la incomunicación humana –como el Catedrático de Literatura de la Universidad de Navarra, Ignacio Arellan

o –. Personalmente, estoy de acuerdo con los primeros. La vida de Franz Kafka no fue especialmente dichosa. Su padre le obligó a estudiar leyes a pesar de su odio “a todo lo que no tiene relación con la Literatura”, es decir, no era feliz con lo que hacía, aspecto que comparte con Gregorio Samsa, un viajante de negocios inconforme con su profesión, trabajo, familia… Gregorio Samsa y Franz Kafka comparten además del mismo número de “as” en su apellido una especial relación con su padre, que raya entre el odio y la indiferencia.

Un detalle importante que me llamó la atención desde el principio fue la ilógica tranquilidad con la que Gregorio afrontó su transformación en insecto. No se alarmó en lo más mínimo, no buscó explicaciones lógicas ni lo creyó producto de su imaginación. Se desentendió completamente del asunto y de lo único que se preocupó fue del retraso que iba a tener en su trabajo. En pocas palabras, se resignó a su nuevo destino pues poco le importaba el anterior. ¿También se resignó Franz Kafka a vivir –según él –su monótona y mísera vida?

La familia de Gregorio Samsa fue la que sufrió su metamorfosis, aunque también de una forma inusual. Puede que esté errada pero considero que la forma más adecuada de demostrar preocupación no es precisamente condenar al sujeto al encierro y la soledad total ¿o sí? Creo que si yo fuera la Señora Samsa o Grete –la hermana de Gregorio –hubiera hecho todo lo posible por encontrar una cura o solución. Médicos, científicos, incluso brujos hubiera buscado con tal de que me devolvieran a mi hijo o hermano. En cambio, la familia de Gregorio buscó a una vieja empleada que no se espantara si llegaba a ver al bicho. Si Franz Kafka tenía o no una buena relación con sus padres, si los amaba o ellos lo amaban es algo que no podremos saber con seguridad. Pero si algo es totalmente cierto es que, de cierta forma, a la familia Samsa le alegró profundamente la solitaria y triste muerte de Gregorio, puesto que “sentados en sus asientos, fueron cambiando impresiones acerca del porvenir, y concluyeron que, bien mirado, no era nada negro…”

Mis extrañas historias XV

Junio 13, 2011

Muchas historias empiezan con el tradicional «había una vez», pero la mayoría de ellas terminan en un «felices para siempre».  Bueno, la que te revelo a continuación es un poco diferente y tal vez, sólo tal vez, mucho más interesante.  Se dice de un hombre de un pueblo remoto. Un marionetista, un constructor de ideas que buscaba con sus obras hallar la perfección. Se dice que una noche, mientras contemplaba la que consideraba como la única perfección del mundo suspendida en el más brillante cielo estrellado, se le ocurrió una idea, una idea que daría un vuelco a su vida.

Resulta que, a pesar de que era un hombre bien conocido y admirado por la belleza de sus obras, era una persona que vivía y muy seguramente moriría en soledad. Por este motivo decidió construir una marioneta, una muñeca que, a diferencia de las demás, tuviera vida propia y que no se conformara con ser hermosa sino que fuera lo que siempre había querido: perfecta. Así pues, tomó sus mejores herramientas, su mejor porcelana, su mejor tela y empezó a fabricar su muñeca. Trabajó día y noche, noche y día, durante siete meses y a la tercera noche del séptimo mes dio por terminada su obra.

El resultado fue la más hermosa muñeca que se pueda imaginar, ninguna descripción sería lo suficientemente certera, pero lo más maravilloso de ella es que, créase o no, estaba viva. Debido al inmenso amor que el marionetista puso en su obra, su deseo fue concedido.  Cada vez que cinceló, esculpió, tejió y pintó, fue imprimiéndole vida a la muñeca. Y es que el potencial humano no tiene límites, y caprichoso es el destino.

Gentilmente, el marionetista colocó a la muñeca en una silla y esperó a que despertase, pero antes de que ésta acabara de abrir totalmente sus ojos azules, se percató de algo que le afectó terriblemente. Lo que segundos antes había considerado hermoso ahora le repugnaba y horrorizaba. Una pestaña había quedado en un ángulo erróneo, ¡qué cosa tan espantosa le resultaba aquello!  El amor le había dado vida, el perfeccionismo vano se la arrebataría.  El hombre, decepcionado de sí mismo, pensó en destruir con su martillo a la recién nacida muñeca pero cuando se inclinó hacia ella, decidido a acabarla, ésta abrió los ojos totalmente y se le quedó mirando. Por un momento el hombre se horrorizó. Esa mirada era demasiado real, demasiado humana. No podía hacerlo. Es decir, esa cosa era imperfecta, horrorosa ante sus ojos, pero no podía destruirla. No hasta saber cuán viva estaba.

El marionetista sabía que la muñeca vivía, una mirada así no podía provenir de un ser inerte, pero no estaba seguro de hasta qué punto. Por lo tanto, al escuchar que de sus labios y garganta salía la palabra “padre” como una súplica incesante, profirió un grito aterrador –a tal punto de que si hubiera tenido vecinos ellos habrían ido corriendo a ver qué le sucedía– y se alejó de un salto.  El hombre estaba muerto de miedo y el hecho de que esa cosa, repugnante en su imperfección, se bajara de su asiento y caminara hacia él, no ayudaba a calmarlo. Extendía sus brazos como si quisiera agarrarle y no dejaba de murmurar “padre, padre”. Fue entonces cuando supo lo que tenía que hacer. Si no podía destruir a aquel monstruo imperfecto tendría que, por lo menos, deshacerse de él. Así pues, ágilmente tomó un saco de tela que tenía a su alcance y atrapó a la muñeca. Y mientras ésta gimoteaba y le llamaba desesperadamente con aquel apelativo tan espantoso, el hombre corrió hacia el bosque, se internó en él y abandonó a la muñeca a su suerte.

¿Fin?  No precisamente.  Pasaban los días y el marionetista estaba cada vez más neurótico y nervioso. Se veía terriblemente demacrado, asustado. Y es que a pesar de que ya habían pasado varias semanas desde el horripilante acontecimiento y de que, como un obsesivo se cercioraba cada noche de asegurar el cerrojo de cada ventana, puerta y resquicio de su casa, el hombre escuchaba todas las noches un gimoteo y una voz que le llamaba, desde todas y ninguna parte, diciendo “padre, padre”…

Si tiene moraleja o no esta historia, si es digna de contarse o si posee un buen o mal, feliz o tétrico final, será algo que tú decidirás.  Pero en mi humilde opinión, el marionetista tuvo un único consuelo: ya nunca más estaría solo.

My Strange Stories XIV

July 12th, 2011

“It is said that there was, in a time when people still believed in magic, a gypsy family…” that was the beginning of the story my grandmother used to tell me almost all nights. It was a horror story but a love story too. I always loved it and when I was a child I truly believed in it. I was so afraid because of that story… now I want to tell it you. Maybe you can understand my feelings; maybe you will end up more horrified than me. I don’t know, it all depends on you, but if I were you, I would pay attention to the story:

It is said that there was, in a time when people still believed in Magic, a gypsy family formed by the father, the mother, two big sons and one little daughter called Leyra. They were a close family. The father, Milos, was a respected member of the Khoven. Although he wasn’t the appropriate age to belong to the Elder Council he was faithfully listened and taken into account when the Khoven needed to make an important decision. The mother, Alhura was respected as well for being a hardworking woman who taught to the youngest girls the secrets and remedies of plants. The sons, Tiago and Adiemus were handsome and hardworking men too. They were expert fishermen and when the Khoven was in trouble with another Caravan they became stronger warriors. For all these reasons, besides their little daughter Leyra received the most honorable gift: being the apprentice of Mother Pythoness; Milos and Alhura were proud parents.

As I said before, Leyra received the honorable gift of being the apprentice of the Mother Pythoness, the Leader of the Khoven, and it all was fine until Leyra challenged her destiny as a gypsy woman. One day, in their constant trip, Khoven arrived to a forest Clair which was near the town. Mother pythoness warned Khoven not to get involved with people near town because in that time Gypsy People were accused of witchcraft and were stupidly burned; and everybody obeyed, except one.

One day Leyra went for a walk not near town but far of her Caravan when she met a hunter young man named Christopher. –I forgot telling Leyra was extremely beautiful –She caught instantly the attention of man. Also, he was handsome, and as you can imagine, they fell deeply inlove one for each other. They used to meet all nights or afternoons in the same place. They did it per three months, three magical and perfect months. But Mother Pythoness was a wise woman and she discovered something was happening with her apprentice. Also, Grand Spirits told her their future messenger and servant was losing terribly the way and it was something a gypsy could never do because no one can escape from his destiny, even a future Pythoness.

Knowing something horrible would happen, Mother Pythoness ordered Khoven to pack and continue with their endless trip. And that was the beginning of the end. Leyra packed immediately her possessions and ran away to the forest to meet Christopher and escape together. But her brothers Tiago and Adiemus, noticing Leyra was missing, went behind her with Mother Pythoness.

On the way Tiago, who loved so much his little sister, was wondering with Adiemus what could have been happening with Leyra. Adiemus said she had never acted like this before and Mother Pythoness answered silently, on her mind, it all was predicted by Grand Spirits. She well knew how it will end up… Leyra will have in her hand the mark of tragedy… she had already seen it.

For destiny’s cause Tiago, Adiemus and Mother Pythoness continued looking for Leyra and found her on Christopher’s arms, so, guided by a huge and crazy wrath with the man had stolen his little sister, Tiago threw over Christopher and attacked him. Leyra shouted as high as she could, “Tiago, stop! Please stop!!” and Adiemus separated Tiago from Christopher in consideration to his desperate and horrified sister.

There was a long space of silence on which Tiago and Adiemus tried vainly to convince their sister to return to the Khoven but she didn’t accept. She loved Christopher too much to be far away from him and he will not be well received on the Khoven.

Meanwhile the brothers discussed with their sister, Mother Pythoness thought what may have happened if Tiago would have gone alone… “Human blood might have been spilled.”, thought sadly.

– Leyra –said Mother Pythoness refraining the impulsive wishes of Christopher to intervene the familiar discussion and take Leyra away with him. –, my dear apprentice, life and Grand Spirits have taught me we can’t run away from our destiny –affirmed with a calmed severity –return to us and your actions will be forgiven

– I can’t! –Exclaimed Leyra –I love him too much.

– You can’t love a man, Leyra! You were born to love the entire world, to love Grand Spirits and to serve them. That’s your mission!

–You should say that was my mission because I’ve realized I will not be good for Spirits anymore –exclaimed Leyra causing a feeling of horror and worry on her brothers, her mistress and, even, on Christopher. Leyra didn’t see the strange light that was taking form around her while she was talking and didn’t see the silhouettes approaching her. But Mother Pythoness did… –Because I love this man more than I would ever love Grand Spirits! –ended Leyra and in the right moment she pronounced the last word, the light and the silhouettes hovered on her and she disappeared…

About Christopher, it is said that Tiago tried to kill him but Mother Pythoness, still weeping tears, stopped him with Adiemus help. She said to Christopher his punishment will be to carry with the guilt of killing the woman he loved. But if you want to know about Leyra I can’t tell you anything, because nobody knew something more about her…

I remember my grandmother used to say, “Pay attention to the story, Yhunna.” And horrified as I was I began to think what could have happened to Leyra and Christopher because I thought if Leyra had escaped, she could have been happy, but, sadly, that was not the end of the story… “She could have become a spirit. No. She would have made contact with his forbidden love.”, “she may have gone to fulfill the mission she always had.” And so many other possibilities, until my grandmother ended saying, “You know what happened, dear, and why it happened. Leyra must have died because of her actions. She should have never…” And, then, I used to complete her words: “She should have never dared her destiny and the Grand Spirits.” And my grandmother smiled and said to me, “Remember it; remember it.”

I said to you, at the beginning, that I always loved the story. Well, the truth is that I always loved the short details of the incredible love between Leyra and Christopher, and the magical predictions the Mother Pythoness could do. But now I am really scarred because I dreamt with my loved dead grandmother. In my dream she said to me again, “You can’t run away from your destiny, Yhunna.” And when I woke up, in my right hand there was a strange spiral mark…

I just can think in my boyfriend and how much I love him, and in the last glance my grandmother gave me on the dream…

“You can’t run away from your destiny, Yhunna. You can’t.”

My Strange Stories XIII

February 25th, 2011

“Me myself and I”

People say being an actor or actress is a piece of cake! They believe you just have to memorize some lines and fake a personality. But is that really easy? I don’t think so.

When I began to take Acting Classes I was in 8th grade. I’ve been learning and practicing Acting for three years. That’s incredible, isn’t it? That I had borne it for so much time, that I hadn’t given up. I can assure you something: it has not been easy at all!

The reason why I started to take Acting Classes is that I was so numb and needed to flip the record, to make a change in my life. I always admired the Grecians –they instituted the Drama, but you know that, don’t you? –, the skill they had to represent, to play an acting work; the passion they had. So I beat myself up about it and decided to enter in an academy. I thought I could find “me myself and I” taking acting classes. Such a strange and illogical decision! Off course I found myself while acting but I found “me Juliet Capulet”, “me Eleanor”, “me Elizabeth Bennett”, “me Ofelia”… too. Is funny, isn’t it? I thought I could find myself and I found like ten “me” more… but I really love Theater.

At the beginning I said to myself “I made the wrong decision” but I realized all my life –actually, the years of my adolescence: when we all ask ourselves a thousand questions –I had been looking for something, and when I played Juliet, for example, I felt that empty hollow I had in my brain or my chest got suddenly full or heal a little. So I carried on acting, and it has been one of the wisest decisions I’ve made in my life.

I’m still looking for something but I really think I’m nearer. I will receive a call, an opportunity. And when it arrives I will pick the phone up and take it without having second thoughts. Meanwhile, I’ll be Juliet Capulet…