And the silence was more dense, day by day, in homes, the streets of the terminus. Dolores But Cecilia went out with a leash, dressed in red, with two red shoes to the feet and sang. Anyone who watched her, almost everyone knew her, Dolores, but at first glance, before realizing that she was, everyone felt that the creature did not belong to this world, at first glance, almost no one knew who he was saying, even if you known for years.
was spring and Dolores took the first cherries to the square and had to barter for something else to serve his mother, Adela, at the Inn. He loaded the basket on the back of the goat and sang with that red satin ribbon in her hand.
not thought that far, that Dolores was jumping with a goat on a leash. But she did not like that Adela said no more. She did not like that on the streets, marching soldiers who knocked on every door, which, if not open, I threw down the door to kick it. Soldiers, slowly, slowly they were taking us all away. That left only women and some children. And from the last war had not returned anyone. She did not like that never return any of those who were brought forth. She did not like the look that had people, as was that of Adela: there is nothing you could see inside.
Dolores, in the midst of all that silence, singing. Despite all that silence.
Taking the right to break the silence of others not
is quite a feat, which is saying a
just sing when everyone is silent. Singing, when they are making silence a thousand centuries, never before.
At the terminus all carry the weight of a thousand centuries of silence.
not really know how much time had passed, but had began to call them that those wars that do not even know where you felt you did not know and even when everything happened, I do not saw the wreckage, the body, blood, worms in the entrails of the corpses, the stench, the dead do not you saw them. That, at least, this would be something, would be an outcry. No. Instead, only the silence remained a thousand centuries of silence.
Taking the right to break the silence of others is no small feat, no small thing to sing when everyone is silent. Sing and do not understand their silence, sing anyway, and not being able to avoid.
Knowing that this is a shard of glass in the water.
is one of those things that nobody can explain, one of those things that you would know not to talk and did not know exactly if it is of strength or courage or even of nerve only. The fact is that you can not see if you can not do. It is like falling in love: walking with two red shoes to walk on the balance of a thousand centuries of silence.
Dolores walked on the red shoes, preceded by some petals of the flowers in her hair wearing
and sang.
Some 9999 soldiers of the platoon marched down the wide road, it took women to the crumbling walls of the houses to watch them pass.
At the central square, the square of the market, broken lines for a while 'resting after years of endless journey, before leaving for the front.
General Fernando Della Riva was riding his white horse, with a grave and proud, he thought. In miles and miles of travel had collected hundreds of soldiers and, following in the footsteps on the beaten track for centuries by the platoon, army after army, had come to the city of Terminus. Soon they would be left for the front.
He started as an ordinary soldier, she was just eighteen years old when recruited, through his village in the mountains. But in years and years of walking, had careers, had always been on the right side and, with his companions, he was good at, him. So, once died of old age General Diego dart, the successor of General Marino Palma, the Government sent direct from his own want to see the lead, Fernando. It had been several months of the appointment, and his power, was now never consolidated.
knew about, General Fernando, always knew what to say and had them convinced they had been convinced that all was right, he could not get otherwise, that, you had to get that far in front, not to make rooms, years and years of the sacrifices of comrades in arms. He said that war must be won for the women and children, to return them the splendor of ancient times, of which, someone, still narrating. Before the decline, before the war, before the terminus and the first face. Before.
You only win the war and everything would be back, "said Fernando.
Fernando knew about but did not know what to think. It was hard to know what to think. It was difficult to have the responsibility of the thought of a platoon. Overnight, there was been no one to tell him what to think. He was bewildered. All he knew was that you had come to an end and get that damn train, that was what he knew. He had to lead them all to the train, without letting anyone get away, by hook or by crook, they had to get on that train. That was the task due to him: take them all at the front.
Do not think, Fernando ... it was said, from time to time, when demand ... Why are you doing? begins to beat too strong in his temples. It was losing that sense of everything, nothing remained to be saved, and nothing that would save, in all that silence. Therefore necessary, as control, without thinking, as control.
broke the lines of platoon 9999. Trotted a little round the square, as he watched his soldiers who were piously fed by some old lady of the place.
Trotta a little longer and a little off and people-watch. He noticed that the more the years passed, unless the people they met, she spoke. They seemed almost in a trance, at times, were staring into nothing, and you saw that her lips were cold, pale, empty.
around Trotta, Fernando, increasingly annoyed by the silence of those roads, made restless by ecstatic that air that was gathering in the streets. He was a man of action, or if nothing else, so he was told that had to be and could not stand all that quiet, it was not for him, he was told.
He began to gallop along the empty streets towards the river, Fernando, fast, very fast, until he thought he heard singing. He braked suddenly and turned the corner.
down from a road a girl dressed in red, with lots of flowers in her long black hair and wore a goat on a leash. A petal Fernando came in that did not move in one step. He was motionless and looked closer.
The girl looked completely indifferent, as if he had not even noticed the presence of the General, proud, riding his steed. And she continued to sing.
Fernando, for a while, almost think I had a vision, it was as if he could not really comprehend that presence. It seemed a dream, an apparition light and thin, like a nymph or a fairy, a spirit of fairy tale. It did not seem to belong to the reality of the senses, seemed to be part of some elsewhere, higher or more away, but not the dust, not the road, not the silence.
She passed by him, passed him without so much of a look, smell and spreading flower petals. Fernando remained motionless for a few seconds, then when he realized that he was losing, instinctively, the races below.
- Miss, Miss ... forgive me! Miss ...
She turned and, at last.
- Miss ...
- Tell me, Lord. Want some cherries? They're good, you know. I cultivate the roof of the Inn. Look, that's Inn, the high thirty-seven floors, with seven sides, built on the river bank. See the branches sprout up there? The cultivation there. Want some cherries? But what you give me in return?
Fernando was lost
- Yes, I would certainly ... its cherries. Ten, take ten of her cherries, Miss. And his name, I would.
said blushing, General.
- My name? And what do you do with my name, sir?
- I would like to know, Miss.
- And when do you know? What are you doing, sir?
He wanted to tell you that, at least, knowing his name, he could call it the dreams that he would, he knew clearly that, moment until the end of the world, there would have been one night, one thought, one vision, one fantasy, one image of his mind that he would not belonged to that creature. He decided that not a fiber of her body, not a shred of his soul would be excluded From that possession, to give as a gift and then fed to the two red lips of a child and nothing, nothing on earth could prevent it.
yet answered
- When I know myself I can remember to return to ask other cherries, Miss.
- I give you my cherries, but you, what have you got to give me in return?
- My horse! Look, it's nice and strong.
- agree, sir. Mom will love to your horse, there are only a few, and those soldiers will have only you. Here are ten cherries, Lord, with my name: Dolores. That's how my name, Lord.
- Dolores ...
- Yes, Dolores ...
Fernando dismounted and held the reins to the girl, staring into his eyes very black. She pressed her hand, returning the gaze of that strange-looking man clear.
He said:
- I will call it Bizarro.
- Who called Bizarre, Miss?
- the horse.
- Why?
- Why so reminds me of you.
Fernando did not know exactly what to say. It stood as a stone, while Dolores was beginning to walk towards the central square, undecided on dafarsi, merely to run again below.
She asked him if he wanted other cherries, he said that it was she wanted.
A Dolores thing seemed very funny man and more and more bizarre. He laughed, saying only that the shooting was fine and his song with him that he walked next door.
came to the square and she began to carry out business as usual.
He, meanwhile, thought there wanted to go to the front. Why should he? There was no one to tell him what he was thinking and thought that go, it was a huge millstone. Why would he now that he met Dolores? Did not know that for some time, but it was certainly a valid reason to stay.
was what the General thought the clear eyes, that was what he thought when there was nobody to tell him what to think.
Now, however, could not imply the platoon 9999 his intentions: he pretended nothing until ten o'clock the next morning, the train would have pushed the entire platoon on that damn train, he would have taken up all, to the end, it was his duty, and he, he would remain.
Nobody would have noticed, not in time, at least.
could not leave. She sang. He had heard singing in all that silence, after many centuries of silence she sang.
could not let her go, losing the creature to die in cries after a lifetime of silence. He could not die in a cry after all that silence. He could not accept. Not now that he had seen that, after many centuries of silence, there was still a little girl who sang.
is a girl who sings, when the world is not nothing left but silence, is a girl who sings in spite of everything that will push you to stay, when it would be easier to die.
Dolores loaded the proceeds from the barter of cherries on the back of Bizarro: matches, wood, cloth and rags, candles and vedtiti. Then, towards sunset, he walked back towards the house singing into a horse by the bridle and a goat in a red satin ribbon.
But, seeing that the gentleman does not follow the most bizarre, Dolores turned around
- not come with me, Lord?
- Want to come with you, Dolores?
He said, at last giving you, without fear.
- Yes, I would like, I like the way you walk beside me.
- And I like to walk beside, Dolores, since not even imagine. Come back to you tomorrow morning, I will come to the Inn. If you do not see me return, however if you see me, just remember that my name is Fernando.
- Thus, in dreams, I can call you by name?
- Yes, exactly.
Dolores Fernando turned and smiled and sang, almost in tears. It had to do it, should escape this war. Then he would have fled away with her. It would have been perfect. Would go away, to the ocean. As a child my grandmother always told him that if he'd been running for years to where the sun was setting. After running for years, always behind the sun, he found the ocean, telling him he would find the border, there, where did not live any more, only a few fishermen who had never even heard tell of the silence of the Terminal, Front and the many centuries of war. In a few remembered the road to those places, few knew that the ocean existed, but his grandmother, he said, his grandmother had been born and told him a thousand times of sand and salt and the sun was reflected on the waves before he died and foam and sailing boats and fishing nets with dark skin.
Her grandmother had kept in mind the road, when, with mum and dad had had to flee inland because of a dispute between the powerful families of the coast. He had taken decades to mind every step of the walk, because he wanted someone in his family, someone came back to the ocean. Simply return. Return to salute all up to greet him at the end, drop by drop, every drop to say hello to the girl who, on sailboats, she had been.
new platoons would be run off before it came down to the terminus. It would be gone forever among the fishermen of the ocean, now that he was free to think, he did not think that Dolores and this was enough to risk being condemned as a deserter. But it would not happen, No. In the position where it could afford it: they have all taken up and then it would be gone.
0 comments:
Post a Comment