Cuento Ingles 2

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beyond

Author: Horacio Quiroga

I was desperate, 'said the voice. My parents were very much opposed to have

an affair with him, and had become very cruel to me. The last few days and

would not let me look out the door. Before, I even saw a guy standing on the

corner moment, waiting for me since morning.Then even that!

I had told my mom the week before

But what you are you and "ad, for #od to torture us so$ "o you have

anything to say about it$ %hy were you opposed, as if unworthy to tread this

house to visit me$

Mom, without replying, made me leave. "ad, coming at the time, stopped me by

the arm, and learned from mom what I had said, pushed me outside shoulder,

throwing me back

&our mother is wrong, what he means is that she and I, do you hear right

before you dead in the arms of the manprefer$. nd another word about it.

This "ad said.

'(ery well, I said turning, paler, I think, selftablecloth I will never speak of

it again.

nd I walked into my room slowly and deeply ama)ed feel walking and seeing

what he saw, because at that moment he had decided to die.

"ie!*esting in the death of that hell every day, knowing that he was two steps

waiting for me and suffering more than me! Because "addy never consent to

me to marry +uis. %hat was$ I still wonder. %hat was poor$ %e were bothlike him.

h! The stubbornness of dad knew , as I knew Mom. +ife thousand times ,

'said he , rather than give it to the man.



But he , "ad , what was in my hand, if not the misfortune to love with all my

being I know myself beloved , and sentenced to not even look out the door to

see an instant$

"ying was better , yes, die together .

I knew he was capable of killing , but that alone was not capable of fulfilling

my destiny , I felt that once beside prefer death a thousand times together ,

despair not see it again .

I wrote him a letter , ready for anything. week later we were in the agreed

place, and we occupied a part of the same hotel.

I can not say I was proud of what he would do , nor die happy . It was more

fatal , more frantic , with no reference, as if from the bottom of past my

grandparents, my grandparents , my childhood itself , my first communion , my

dreams , as if all this had not had another purpose propel suicide.

%e did not feel happy, I repeat, to die. +ife we left because she had left us,

to prevent us be each other. In the first, pure and last hug we gave ourselves

over the bed, clothing and footwear and upon arrival, I reali)ed, that marked

his arms, how great had been my happiness to have become his girlfriend, his

wife.

t one time we took the poison. In the short space of time between receiving

the cup of your hand and bring it to the mouth, those same forces

grandparents rushed me to die suddenly peered at the edge of my destiny to

contain myself ... and later! -uddenly, all the noises of the street, the city

itself, ceased. ell sharply before me, leaving a huge hole in its place, as if the

field until that moment had been filled with a thousand cries known.

I remained motionless two seconds with their eyes open. nd then I shookconvulsively to him, finally free of my dreadful solitude.

&es, I was with him, and we were to die in an instant!

The poison was atrocious, and +uis started the step that took us to the grave

together hugging him first.



'orgive me,' he said still oppressing his head against her neck. I love you so

much that I carry with me.

nd I love you, 'he answered, and you die.

I could not talk more. But what footsteps, voices came runner which to

contemplate our agony$ %hat sounded frantic knocks on the door itself$

I have continued to come and separate us ... yet I murmured. But I'm all

yours.

t the end, I reali)ed that I had uttered those words because at that time

mentally lost consciousness.

%hen I came to I felt I was going to fall if not looking to lean. I felt so lightand rela/ed, which opened up the sweetness I was sensitive eyes. I was

standing in the same hotel room, lying almost wall. nd there, beside the bed,

was my desperate mother.

%ould I had saved then$ I glanced everywhere, and by the lamp, standing as I

saw him, +uis, I finished distinguish me turn and came toward me smiling. %e

went directly toward each other, despite the large number of people around

the bed$ and we said nothing, because our eyes were all the happiness you

found us.

-eeing, clear, visible through everything and everyone, 0ust understand that I

was like him dead.

%e had died, despite my fear of being saved when I lost consciousness. %e

had lost something else, that ... nd there, in bed, my desperate mother

shaking me to screams as a waiter at the hotel my head away from the arms of

my beloved.

way in the background, holding hands, and +uis ve1amoslo all in a clear

perspective, but remotely cold and passionless. three steps undoubtedly we

were, dead by suicide, surrounded by the desolation of my relatives, hotel

owner and the swaying of the police. %hat we care about that$



Beloved ... 'I said! +uis.%hat little money we bought this happiness now!

'nd I will love you always replied as I loved you before. nd no more shall we

part, right$

h, no ... %e've tried.

2 every night you go to visit$

%hile we changed our promises and we heard the screams of mom who had to

be violent , but we came with an inert sound and echo , as if they could not

pass over a meter in the atmosphere around Mom.

*eturned again to the stirring sight of the piece. inally wore our bodies , and

must have passed a long time since our death , as we noted that both +uis andI had very hard and very stiff 0oints and fingers.

ur bodies ... %here spent that$ &ou really had been something of our lives,

our tenderness , in the two superheavy bodies down the stairs , threatening

to roll with them all $

"ead! 3ow absurd ! %hat had lived in us , stronger than life , still living with

all hopes of an everlasting love. Before ... there was even able to look out the

door to see it , now talk regularly with him, for going home as my boyfriend.

-ince when do you go to visit I asked him$.

'Tomorrow,' said he. +et us pass now.

%hy tomorrow$I asked anguished. Is not it the same today$4ome tonight,

+uis!I am so an/ious to be alone with you in the room!

nd I! 5ine o'clock, then$

&es. 6ntil then, my love ...

nd we parted. I drove home slowly, happy and well off as if returning from

the first date of love that would repeat that night.



t nine o'clock he ran to the front door and got myself my boyfriend.3e at

home business!

"o you know that the room is full of people said.+e$ But they did not bother

to us

f course not ... you're there$

&es.

(ery disfigured$

'5ot much, do you believe$ 4ome, let's see!

%e entered the room. "espite the lividity of my temples, fins very tense and

very black nose windows, my face was almost the same as +uis waited for

hours to see from the corner.

&ou look like he said.

Is not I answered, gladyou$. nd soon we forget everything, lulling.

t times, however, suspend1amos our conversation and looked curiously at the

entry and e/it of people. In one of those moments I called the attention of

+uis.

+ook! 'I said. %hat will happen$

Indeed , the agitation of the people , very much alive for a few minutes

before, was accentuated with the entry into the room a new coffin . 5ew

people , not yet seen there, you were with .

I m +uis said with mild surprise . lso come my sisters

+ook, +uis watched ! &o . 7ut our bodies in the same drawer ... s we wereto die.

s always, we should be adding him. nd fi/ing his eyes for a long time in the

face of pain dug her sisters



7oor girls ... he murmured with severe tenderness. I shook him, once gained

my late tribute , but bloody atonement , who knows what that overcoming

difficulties, we were burying my parents together.

Burying ...Madness! +overs who have committed suicide on a hotel bed , pure ofbody and soul , living forever. 5othing linking us to these two cold, hard

bodies, and unnamed , that life had broken pain . nd yet , however , had been

too cards not available to other depusi8ramos a long look full of memories

about those two ghosts a cadaveric love.

lso they said my beloved, I will abide together.

But I'm with you I muttered, raising my eyes to him, happy. 9

nd again we forget everything.

or three months he continued his voice that lived in full. My boyfriend visited

me twice a week. 3e arrived at nine o'clock, without a single night had delayed

one second, and without once I had stopped going to meet him at the door. To

withdraw not always watched my boyfriend like punctuality. 2leven thirty, even

rang twelve times, without him decide to let go hands, and I managed to boot

without my ga)e from his. It was finally, and I was blissfully e/hausted, pacing

around the room with his face resting in the palm of your hand.

"uring the day shortened the hours thinking about him. It came and went

from one room to another , attending no interest to the movement of my

family , but once I stopped at the door of the room to watch the sullen pain

mom, breaking sometimes desperate sobs before the empty site table where

sat his younger daughter.

I survived lived , I have repeated , for love and for love. ut of it, my

dear , your presence of his memory , all acted for me in a world apart. ndeven finding myself to my immediate family, she and I an invisible and

transparent abyss between us a thousand miles opened .

%e went out at night also . +uis and I, as we were official boyfriends . There

is no path that we were walking together in twilight or we have not slipped our



idyll . t night, when the moon and the temperature was sweet, liked us to

e/tend our walks to the outskirts of the city, where we felt freer , purer and

more loving .

ne night, as our steps have led us to the view of the cemetery, we're curiousto see the place where he lay underground what we had been. %e entered the

vast grounds and stopped before a dark piece of land, where shone a marble

slab. 3e wore our two names alone, and under the date of our death, nothing

more.

In memory of us+uisobserved can not be shortened. &et he added after a

pause, contains more tears and regrets that many long epitaphs.

3e said, and were again silent.

7erhaps in that place and at that time, for those who had been watching us

the impression of wisps. But my boyfriend and I knew well that without

redemption fatuous two spectra were those of a double suicide locked on us,

and the reality, the refined life of mistakes, pure and sublimated ariseth in us

like two flames of the same love.

%e moved away from there, happy without memories, a walk along the white

road our unclouded happiness.

They came, however. Isolated from the world and all strange impression, no

other end and another thought to get together to make us see, our love stood,

I will not say supernaturally, but with the passion that he had to burn us our

courtship, to have succeeded in the afterlife. %e begin to feel both very

sweet melancholy when we were together, and we were very sad when

separated. I forgot to say that my then boyfriend visited me every night, but

spent most of the time without speaking, as if he had fondly our sentences

worthless to e/press what we felt. 2ach time he withdrew later, when

everyone was asleep at home, and each time, to leave, acort:bamos more

bounce.



%e went out and we returned mute, because I knew what he could tell me was

not responding to his thoughts, and he was sure I would answer anything, to

avoid him.

ne night when our an/iety had reached a limit harrowing, +uis said goodbyelater than usual. nd stretch out both hands, and I give mine free)es, I read

in his eyes, with an intolerable transparency, which passed us. I became pale

as death itself, and as his hands drop their not mine

+uis! Murmured frightened, feeling that my life was desperately seeking

support disembodied, as in other circumstances. 3e understood how awful our

situation, because letting go his hands, a value that I now reali)e, his eyes

regained clear tenderness before.

-ee you tomorrow, my beloved told me smiling.

-ee you tomorrow, I love muttered, turning pale even more by saying this.

Because at that moment ;uite understand that he could not pronounce this

word anymore.

+uis returned the ne/t night, we went out together, talking, talking as never

before had done, and as we did on subse;uent nights. ll in vain we could not

look at us. %e parted briefly, without shaking hands, one meter away from

each other.

h! %as preferable ...

+ast night, my boyfriend fell suddenly before me and laid his head on my

knees.

My love muttered.

-hut up, I said.

+oveitmine recommenced.

+uis!-hut! Threw appalled. If you repeat that again ...



3is head came up, and our eyes spectroscopy saying this is horrible!%ere

found for the first time in many days ago.

%hat$ +uis asked. %hat if I repeat$

&ou know it well, 'I answered.

Tell me!

I know!I can not wait!

or fifteen seconds our eyes were bound with tremendous fi/ity. t that

time, they passed them, running as the thread of destiny, infinite love stories,

truncated, resumed, broken, redivivas due and finally buried in the fear of the

impossible.

'I die ...torn8 muttering, thereby responding to your look. 3e also reali)ed,

for sinking again forehead on my knees, raised his voice a long time.

5o we are left only one thing to do ... he said.

'That,' I said I think.

%ould I understand$ '-aid +uis.

&es, I understand, I replied, deposing my hands on his head to let me sit up.

nd turn to look we headed to the cemetery.

h!5o love playing, the bride and groom, when burned in a suicide could kiss

that mouth!5o plays to life, the sobbing passion when from the bottom of a

coffin two substantial spectra ask us reali)e our shadowing and our falsehood!

+ove!nd unpronounceable word, if the bartered for a glass of cyanide to

en0oy die!-ubstance of the ideal feeling of bliss, and it is only possible to

remember and mourn, when what is owned on the lips and narrows in the armsis but the ghost of a love!

That kiss life costs us concludes his voice and know. %hen it died once love,

must die again. while ago, the pick +ouis himself, would have given the soul to

be kissed. In a moment I will kiss, and it was sublime and unsustainable fiction



fog we will descend, will fade to substantial contact our faithful and always

remains.

I do not know what awaits us beyond. But if our love was a day could lift our

poisoned bodies, and managed live three months in the hallucination of aromance, maybe they, primitive and essential urn that love, have resisted the

vulgar contingencies, and we stand by.

-tanding on the tombstone, +uis and I looked long and freely. 3is arms gird my

waist, his mouth looks my mouth, and I handed him mine with a passion such

that maketh me ...

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