A dark night

The sky was dark and there was no light besides the Moonlight. Patrick was walking calmly in the dirt track; it was a particularly cold night but he had a warm coat on. This path was so usual to him that he could even run in it with his eyes closed. His feet were sure of this way walked for so many times before. Patrick was swimming in his thoughts, he was a little bit nervous because of the situation he was to face, and it was so relevant and important that it had filled his mind. He was so happy but at the same time weary and worried about the future…She had been his friend since he could remember! She had been like a sister to him; it was such an ancient and marvelous friendship that it was difficult to see her like now. She was no longer just an inseparable friend. She was much more than that; she was his unforgettable beloved one! In his memories her image was unstoppably shinning, just like a forever lasting star. He could see her, waiting for him with a happy smile, aiming her look to the end of the track, wishing him to arrive and whispering to her little and shy heart the greatness of her never-ending love. He belonged with her…they were really meant for each other; at his lover eyes this was as obvious as the night following the day. He smiled to himself happy by this feeling and lack of doubts. He raised his eyes to sky…The darkness was so strong that no star was bright. Slowly he discovered a circle of light in the sky. It was a full moon night.
In the other side of the track she was waiting, looking with anxiety and excitement for her love. She knew that in a matter of minutes he would appear at the end of her sight and he would run to her arms without hiding his joy. He had taught her so much about love…before him she taught about love just like a way of pleaser and liking the one who would partner her in new sensations, soft and innocent ones, like a quick kiss. But when, some days ago, he had showed her the true meaning of love her live had bounced and changed with fervent passion and sweet love. Her torrent of thoughts and images was broke by a wolf cry.
A few steps away laid the graveyard, and then five minutes from there and he would embrace Kate with his love. He looked at the graveyard and the fountain that was by it.
He knew all the legends about that place, the elders of the village had told him everyone of them; actually he heard them, in the winter evenings, by the fire when the old ones passed their knowledge to their sons and daughters. He didn’t believe what the elders legends told because he knew that most legends had a mist between truth and imagination. He was bewaring of what was mumbled with fear. His love could not be postponed because of stupid superstitions. Suddenly a black wolf growled.
Kate had been waiting for almost 4 hours now…The night continued in a religious silence. The sky was the same, untouched by time. She looked down and a tear slip from her eyes. He had forgotten her. She closed the window and tortured by sadness she entered her room.

Alba

Erase una vez en una selva una noche virgen de luna llena. Esta noche, que al atardecer parecía vulgar, era una noche única. En el cielo las estrellas brillaban como nunca y la luna…la luna era la perla más bella de la diadema etérea.

No se oía ni un ruido, toda la selva esperaba silenciosa como si intencionara algo.  La Verdad, sea lo que era, alumbraba un claro próximo. Contra un árbol un milagro pasaba discreto, increíble, esencial. 

Por fin, el bellísimo animal naciera. Era una joven hembra. Cuando salió de las entrañas de su madre abrió lentamente los ojos. Una luz enorme la atacó y asustada cerró los parpados. Ah… la oscuridad; nada más protector.  Algunos segundos después la curiosidad venció las manos suaves del miedo. Se apoyoo en sus temblorosas piernas y aventuró uno, dos pasos. Cayó y se hizo daño. Corto tiempo después se levantó y caminoo hasta su madre. Se dejó caer sobre su mama. Tenía frio. Se puso contra el pecho de su madre y ayudada por su fatiga olvidó el frio y se durmió.

A la mañana siguiente el calor despertó a la pequeña criatura. La hembra era de las criaturas más hermosas que el Viento alguna vez hubiera podido acariciar. Su pelo negro suave, misterioso. Sus ojos amarillos, translúcidos. Dos piedras preciosas, pruebas, como el venir del alba, de la presencia de un alma pura.

 La criatura se levantó y aspiró una pulmonada de aire. “Que día fenomenal”  -pensó del interior de una sonrisa.  En seguida comenzó a correr, a saltar por el claro gritando locamente palabras de niñez.

-¡Mama! ¡Mama! ¡Vaya; despierta! Hace un día genial. Hace sol.

Mama no contestaba. La hembra sorprendida por el silencio se acercó y dijo más alto.

-¡Mama! ¡Ya son horas de dormir! ¡Ven! Hace sol… ¡Levántate!

Mama no se movió. La hembra gritó más y más y nada paso. Luego perdió paciencia, mordió a su madre con dientes prematuros de inocencia. Mama estaba fría. La joven se alejó. Paso a paso hasta la orla del claro. El paso pesando cada vez más. Insostenible.  Llorar en silencio. Una tristeza que no se tiene que aprender. No sabía porque lloraba. Inentendible. El dolor.  Hondo. Más allá del sangre. Lacrimosa.

La noche llegaría…cediéndole maternidad. Paró de llorar. Sus ojos secos y el quemar del hambre.  Se acercó a un árbol lleno de manzanas y sació las llamas acidas en su vientre  con los frutos que llamaban con colores de invitación en el suelo. Colores. Eran deliciosos.

Se fue el tiempo en su legatto inconsciente.  Rutinas. Día pos día la hembra despertaba y corría. El gesto de vida, corriendo, el descubrir veloz. El agua corriendo, llenando, llenando. Es vida. O al menos hasta llenar. Pero estos pensamientos no pertenecen a seres de alma pura. Si hubiera hambre el correr llegaría a buscar verduras o frutos y comía. Por la tarde miraba las nubes, los arboles, las extrañas familiares formas del paisaje. Por la noche miraba la Luna y el silbido desigual del Viento. Todo esto le tracia la Selva. Virgen.

Los días cambiaron, los arboles perdieron hojas, cambiaron colores y la noche deslizaba más temprano. Staccato. En el rolar de la Naturaleza llegó remedio al residuo de amargura de la pequeña hembra.  Fueron años sucediéndose hasta el día del encuentro. Era un gatito de pelo negro, lustroso, de ojos tristes en amarillos enigmáticos. Al verlo, la hembra sintió un cariño fuerte entornar el huérfano felino.

Lo miró. Al decir mejor lo ad miró pacientemente con gusto en mirarlo… En algún lugar en su ser la decisión se hiciera: lo trataría como si hijo. Fue este el primer día de su tiempo más feliz.  La hembra aprendía a educar y descubría la maravilla de la Compañía. El gato era el primer ser vivo  que hubiera visto y  su hijo. Aquel pequeñín tímido y bello en tal postura  era se hiciera razón de vivir. Y no podría él jamás imaginarlo o sospecharlo…pero era cierto como el sol nacer.  Nada había de mejor en existir que mirar la mirada de su niño y espantarse al reconocer su propia cara reflejada, englobada por los ojos tímidos y amarillos. De amarillos enigmáticos de donde se habían ido muchas de las Tristezas.

Los días pasaron y los animales se amaban cada vez más. El gatito había crecido, ya se alimentaba solo. Lleno de vida.  Lo iba probando todas las mañanas despertaba antes de su madree vieja conocida de la Madrugada  y miraba el sol venir, trepar al cielo lento sin tropiezos. Pudiera él como el sol subir por los aires así, con esta gloria estática e intocable. Para él las subidas se limitaban al árbol más alto de la selva, y el camino era una acrobacia complicada. Pero su alma con tones de Ícaro no le escondía la fantástica belleza del mar de verde que se vía desde el Gran Árbol.

Pero vino un invierno más severo. Había nieve y los arboles se habían desnudado de sus ropajes verdes. La nieve más que el frio, más que la magrez arbórea, la nieve fascinaba los ojos amarillos reconociendo enigmas. Alba. Una lisura alba. Parecía segura, suave, benévola. Del Gran Árbol veía un mar diferente. Marrón, Gris y las líneas blancas, solemnes. Bella. Bella. Pero mentía…el gato sonador descubriera al caer de su subida que la nieve era de promesa falsa. Alba.      

El sol de las alas invisibles y mágicas ya no quería quedarse en su cielo de vigilia…”Seguro tendría frio porque cada día se quedaba menos tiempo en el cielo mirando la selva”-pensaba el gato. La vegetación adelgazaba como el tiempo de luz, adelgazaba. El gato también minguaba como si fuera un extraño efecto de su relación secreta con la Luna. Delgado dejó de tener su paso firme y en la misma gradualidad lunar se debilitó hasta no tener fuerzas que lo levantaran y alimentaran su sentido de aventura. Su madre construyó una cueva para protegerlos del implacable invierno. Cogió su hijo por el cuello y le puso como tesoro al abrigo del mundo en el hondo de una cueva secreta. Todos los días le traía las verduras que conseguía encontrar. El invierno apretaba y quemaba el vientre pero la hembra de pelo suave abdicaba cada vez más de comer para intentar invertir la fatal gradualidad del hambre en el cuerpo de su hijo. El gato seguía muy flaco y su momento cotidiano de mayor vida era el en que su mama volvía del exterior de nieve.

Un día mientras la madre estaba buscando a alimento hubo una gran nevada y ella se quedo encarcelada por la nieve durante un largo tiempo. El sol bajó. El frio no le dejaba sentir sus pies. Temblaba y luchaba contra su carcelero de hielo. Cuando por fin la pared de hielo se estalló sobre su insistencia corrió con las fuerzas que solo la maternidad conoce para llegar a la cueva donde su pequeñín la esperaba. Entró nerviosamente y abrazo a su niñito llorando, gimiendo, pidiendo a los cielos que no fuera tarde. Entre el sangre de sus heridas, entre las lágrimas a juntarse a todo el hielo lamía el gato. Frio.  El inocente estaba frio. Mudo y frio.

La hembra herida salió de la cueva. La mezcla insostenible y mágica de la sangre y las lágrimas. Descreer. Corrió. Y por la primera vez abandonó su parte de la selva. Corrió. Huir al Dolor, de sus memorias. De nuevo el camino de la soledad. Pero se viviera antes…de la agonía no veía salida. Su cuerpo falló la luna ya estaba del alto del cielo oscuro pálida de pena o de muerte mirando. El Dolor fuera más veloz que el viento. Su soplo se convirtiera en rabia, en revuelta. Fuera de sangre, fuera la confusión dolorida, en su mirada crecía una niebla roja. Con las fuerzas del dolor se levantó. Entre la mirada trémula y la niebla roja la vio. La llanura blanca moviéndose. La asesina llanura blanca. Corrió y con las fuerzas secretas la atacó.

Despertó. Sentía algo lejano su cuerpo caliente. Se levantó, medio dormida, y miró al horizonte.

Nada. Los árboles hubieran huido. Alarmada la madre rodeo el paisaje con su mirada. Sangre. Sangre en todo. En un horror incontrolable constató su boca sucia. Y se acordó de todo lo que hiciera.  La Muerte. Otra vez. El cordero…

Estaba tranquilo. Ojos abiertos admirando las nubes. Su lana en blanco y rojo se agitaba al viento.

Paz. Pasividad. La creatura negra miraba al tranquilo. Veía su vida de niñita. Soledad.

La sangre en su boca se secara y más allá de su boca, más allá de su cuerpo, algo sin lugar se ensuciara. Alba. Intacto y vacío.

Dos disparos sonaron. La hembra miró su pecho negro y vio el rojo expandiéndose, conquistando su pelo. La Muerte. Sonrió. Y en un sonido sin palabras segregó “Gracias”. El hombre le contestó un disparo más. El Dolor volviera al cuerpo y crecía como si escurriera en la sangre. Dolía menos, dejara el alma vestirse de otro color. De nuevo. Jamás otra vez. Libertad.

Se despidió del cielo y de las memorias con lo que sería cariño y, revirtiendo el gesto con lo que viniera al mundo, la loba cerró sus ojos y volvió a la Oscuridad. Alba.    

29/10/2009

Leaving

What was left to do now?

She had to think really fast for she had little time and all had to been cleaned up...She had planned every step, every detail to take care of.And yet she was now paralysed, lost in her mind, blocked by a strange feeling for her heart: she was frightened...This had prooven to be far more difficult than she had ever considered. After all those hours spent on wishing and planning this moment seemed know worthless for she had stopped herself. First time wasn't that easy. Now that she had dared doing it she was to abandon her parents house forever.

Finally she moved. She walked across the room and took her coat. It was to leave the holy place that she once desired to call home. That room that had been full of colors, sounds ands smells was now deathly silent with only old memories to haunt that empty place. She glared at center of the room one last time. It was finished, all was clean. She took a white envelop from her pocket and softly put it on the dark brown dinner table.

And then she opened the door and ran away from the house and the phantoms of her memories.

The dirt path was cold and full of holes, the rain thundered down the way, converting earth to mud, like condensed feelings and fears turn to tears. Altough the way was hard to do she could not stop, now that her fugitive run had began, adrenalin had filled her vision with fog and her heart with crasy pulsing rytm, suddenly she slipped on a small rock and fell harshly in the the muddy ground...Her head ached so much that for minutes she couldn't even stand up...the pain was so strong that she stopped making efforts to move and left her vain tries. A torrent of liquid mud was blowing on her long beautiful dark hair and her angel-like face was imerged in that dirty fluid. After moments of imobility she erupted in tears, possesed by her urging sadness. Why?

Why had she done that? She felt horribly guilty...

-Stop crying and get up...this is no time to surender to weakness...come on...I know you have the strengh to fulfill your quest.-said a deep reassuring voice.she raised her head and saw the man giving her his hand.

-But...but...I feel so alone...I didn't want to do this...I never meant to...I didn't wan't to but I did it and..and...I'm so sorry...

-Come on Sarah...there's nothing you can do know...it's done...it's over...there's no turning back...

-I know...but I love them so much...why do I had to leave them??? I have no strengh to go on...I can't...I feel so cold..

He suddenly got down to his knees and hugged her. She dropped to tears again sobbing even strongly and grabbed him with all her strengh.

He waited a while to let her calm down and then softly whispered at her ear:

-I know you can carry on, don't worry I'll always be here for you my dear- He gently passed his hand on her wet but still surprisingly gracious hair.

-I'm here my love. Nothing can harm you know. You're safe.- And in his arms, the fatigued girl fell asleep.Now she was resting and her perfect face had no more worries or fears. She was in peace.

Some hours later she woke up. The morning was raising. She looked around. He had gone!

-You promised you'd never leave! You promised!- She cried and then started to sob again- I want to die...

-But I am here my dear!- She oppened her eyes and there he was. She stopped crying and stood up to kiss him.

-I was so afraid...I though you had left me again...promise that you'll stay again...I need your words...I need you- she murmured

-I'll always be here to guide you my dear...Our way is a hard one but I'll lead you. Now it's time to go. Pick up your bag and let's go.

-But we haven't eat anything...and I feel so tired...

-Are you questioning what I'm telling you? We have to leave and we have to do it know. You know they'll come for us. We have to be as far as possible.

-I never doubted you...you know I'm yours but do you really think this is all necessary? What I did yesterday was so hard to me...I still did it because you told me to...but...it was so hard to hurt my parents that much...

-Are you thinking of droping off? We had planned together you know it was the only way of getting us freedom...

-Yes...but still...I feel frozen, I feel sad...

-I told you a difficult way lied before us...but don't worry... we have each other.

-I know...but that night was the most horrible night I' ve ever passed...it was a true nightmare...and you weren't there when I left...If you had seen that empty silent room like I did you...you wouldn't have the courage to leave it. You would stay there and cry instead of running away...

-I know it has been tough for you but now we have a future, for us, us alone and no more obstacles!

-Yes...but

-Enough my love...still your tongue...think about something else...think about me...think how happy we'll be now...from now on I'll never have to leave alone again.

 Suddenly they heard a noise. Maybe it was the police set to find them. They didn't move, cold as rock Sarah slowly closed her eyes and prayed that all pain stopped. She prayed holding her hands together with ferving faith- Please Lord tell me it's not them please, I beg you-

In silence they held they're breathes of fear, with the cold sweat of expectation.She oppened her eyes and saw the boy still standing in the same position. He was waiting for a sign.

-I think it's okay know...come, it was propably just a rabbit

-Are you sure? -she grumbled terrified

-Yes my love. Come now.

She rose and looked around. In the distance there was a shape...it was a...a man.

No!- she shouted in horror and then there was nor the man or her love or the sun. The darkness had returned. She was in peace.

 As soon as the man saw her falling he ran to her aid. Who was that girl speaking alone in the middle of the dirt path? And why was she hiding from him? When he got to her he understood she had fainted, in an attempt of helping her, he took her hand and before saying anything he yelled in horror. Her hand was drenched in blood. Panicly he called the hospital and asked for an ambumlance. Then he tried to see where she was bleeding from. He took off her coat and looked for a red bleeding cut in her flesh. But he didn't discover anything...she didn't had a scratch...he suddenly understood and rapidly made another phonecall.

Minutes later the police was there.After asking about fifteen questions to the man they finally went to see her.

When they got the her she was waking up, as soon as she saw them she looked around and started crying

-Why did you left? You had promised me!- Then she grabbed her hair and pulled it as if to rip it off.

-What a poor woman- grumbled officer Miles with compassion.

-I've called the headquarters. There's no doubt. She's the one who shot the Griffin couple last night.