(Story sent by Maria Gabriela Abeal)
LA Llorona (Story)
Believe ... It is true that some people go crazy for love.
When I heard the story I'm about to narrate simply was stunned. My hands trembled and began to sweat inexhaustible sweat did not stop for days. And I could not sleep. So I walked for several days sweating and sleepless for life.
fifteen years I had gone to El Dorado (1) confused and disillusioned, the victim of a broken heart.
was deeply in love with Clara and she wanted me but the fate we met later. I was single and if Clara was a married woman fell in love deep, wild ... madly.
only alternative we had then to be together: Run away and let our love flourish in a place where no one will point the finger judging the forbidden passion between us and where we were to die unless killed by the husband of Clara, whose greatest skill lay in the excellent handling of the machete, then worked in the bush.
But the day that we meet at the bus station to escape she did not appear.
I was there from early morning. I waited two, four, twenty hours to two days without moving! I understood then that the absence betrayed his way of saying that it was unwilling to take risks and come with me to Buenos Aires.
I went alone. The first three years I was really sad. My heart was frozen and cold pierced my soul throbbing pain. I could not forget her, loved her too much to stop thinking about it. Then, I decided to finally remove the memories of my life and all feeling for Clara.
I thought if I was not risked because I really loved and aided by the resentment and time, his face in my mind was dissipated. Only a few nights
appeared in my dreams and just sometimes, I wondered what made it strange reasons desist and miss the Oct. 5 event.
The answer to my question was a mystery for fifteen long years.
But one evening I received a call from my wife in the office. Correspondence reached only living relative I had in Misiones.
Uncle Walter, my father's brother, called to go with my family to visit him saying not know my children, I could die at any moment and wanted to see me again. I must confess that despite being happily married rejected the idea of \u200b\u200breturning to that city. I had no intention of reliving the past and with it the suffering of those times. Plus I had sworn never to return. What if I ran to Clara? No. .. I could not resist! But my two sons and my wife insisted used the occasion to remind that since the honeymoon we never go on vacation.
The following weekend we traveled to El Dorado. We arrived at dawn.
was exciting to see again the red soil, the thick bush on the side of the path ... the mist covering the landscape subtly.
got off at the terminal and Uncle Walter was there, waiting.
Aging invaded their appearance without affecting the poise and elegance that characterized him. He stretched his arms and smiled when she recognized.
include greetings and introductions lost sight of the least of my children and I looked desperately sellers of chipa (2), taxi driver and passengers wandering around.
Then, from the same wooden bench on which I spent two days sitting, I saw my son standing in front of a tramp.
She emitted a continuous sorry ... indecipherable.
Someone said mockingly: - That Moaning is crying again! Poor crazy! ...
His feet were bare and his hands pulling at his hair matted as a rolling rhythm was consistent with his groans.
My child was still impressed by that horrific picture and when I ran to him taking his arm got a glimpse of the hobo. His eyes lost
rested on mine and smiled. Then issued a cry impressive, down to the floor and began to roll brutally.
We left quickly, and when we returned to the group where my wife was unloading luggage, I ran into the serious face of Uncle Walter.
This time he looked at me sadly.
-Gurisito (3) - said softly and without anesthesia, as he received me, their pats on the back "That's the Clara Remember? The wife of Fritz gringo. It seems the husband out of the window caught with bags ready to go with another man. He gave a tremendous beating, cut off his tongue with a machete and took to the streets. Everyone in the village refused him the salute, no one spoke to him again, not even his parents.
continued:
- went crazy right away and since then has been all night at the Terminal to mourn for their beloved. Poor thing! It was without a husband or lover. It's a shame So pretty woman! And see it now ... and rolling on the floor.
Believe ... I also felt sinking into madness ... Clara tried to escape! Clara had loved me! And I fled like a coward, not ever find out what had happened.
People go crazy for love and my love became La Llorona from El Dorado.
And I ... a man with trembling hands can not sleep, because it appears to me in dreams, lost his eye and face stiff ... aged.
Constantly yelling with pain, tearing their hair.
hope, every night at the Terminal, to run away with me to a dream that never came true.
Glossary: \u200b\u200b(1) El Dorado: City of the Province of Misiones 200 km North of Posadas and 100 km from Puerto Iguazu. (2) Chip: food based on corn starch or cassava, typical of the Coastal Zone of Argentina. (3) Gurisito: Child in Guarani language.
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