Boda Macabra / Macabre Wedding [Esp]/[Eng]
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Solía ir a un café llamado el último eclipse, fue cuando conocí, la parte de mi vida, que no tenía a una encantadora joven, al terminar mi recital, me llega me dice !que música tan hermosa inspirada por los dioses!, !solo es mi composición que libera mi alma para una diosa como tú!, todo se torna en una solo unión a primera vista, mi dama ¿con quién tengo el gusto?, Elizabeth, y ¿Quién es al apuesto que lo pregunta?, Iván polo, me puedes conseguir aquí todos los martes este café, como sé que estará solo escuchara mi violín, y como sabré que vendrás, bueno te dejare mi pañuelo y vendré por él, así te veré.
Así a pasar de los días, se formó una linda relación, hasta el punto que ofrecieron una cena en la casa de los padre de Elizabeth, para establecer matrimonio, el padre de la novia y sus demás hermanos, estaba desconociendo la relación de los novios, pero de tanto alboroto todo llega a la calma, cuando los invade el sonido suave, ligero del violín de Iván. Al terminar el recital, este le pide una conversación a sola al padre de la novia, y los demás quedaron con la duda que pasara en esa conversación, por unos minuto el silencio era abrumador solo se siento el cálido café servido en la sala, luego de haber pasado una hora, salen y el padre le dice habrá boda, terminando celebrando por varias copas de vino por tan hermoso gesto de unión familiar.
A pasar un mes, Iván llega a la casa de su prometida y le comenta que la boda se aplazara por unos días, porque tengo que ir a casa de mi padre que está muy enfermo en Siberia, te dejo mi violín, para tocar mi tonada de amor por ti mi Elizabeth, efectivamente Iván viaja a su tierra natal y encuentra grava su padre, que tan solo y triste hecho muere en una semana, el apasionado novio, le escribe a su amada, el trágico hecho que lo más pronto posible estaría su lado para casarse.
Pero la ironía de la vida, estalla la segunda guerra mundial, quedando las fronteras limitadas, dios bendito que será de mi Elizabeth, pasa cuatro años de la desbastadora guerra, solo estaban unido por cartas clandestina con su amada, el valiente hombre sale en una travesía de estar con su amada, solo lleva el vestido de novia y un uniforme alemán como camuflaje para poder cruzar la frontera para pasar a Tirol en Austria, logra pasar las tres líneas de alcabala en la frontera, ya llegando a su morada, una patrulla ambulante reconoce que no es alemán, y lo enfrenta a tiro hasta herirlo, como pudo de valentía logro escapar, ya en la madruga logro llegar, a la casa de Elizabeth, muy solitaria y vacía de sentimiento, sale el padre me dice que pase y me siente, y le pregunto¿ dónde está ella?, ella murió hace un año de pulmonía, te dejo esta nota con tu violín, el triste novio le la carta y se desploma, solo quiero saber dónde está enterrada, para despedirme de ella, en la vieja iglesia a una cuadra de aquí.
El comienzo del día se pinta con el sol naciente pero triste y frío, llega a la tumba de su amada, toca su tonada del violín como se lo prometió, sin bastar que la desenterró y saca el ataúd, el olor de la perdición y podrido invaden el lugar, saca el cadáver, la abraza y le dice mi amor volví por ti, le coloca el vestido de novia, no sé qué tanto es el amor misterioso que la besa en su esquelética boca llena de gusano, como si tuviera consumando matrimonio. Pero en el lugar llega la patrulla que lo intercepto anteriormente y lo pone preso, esta es mi memoria de mi recuerdo de no llegar a tiempo para casarme con mi amada Elizabeth, solo espero paciente a mi amiga la muerte, para estar junto con mi gran amor, para siempre.
[Eng]
My life is very overwhelming, there are only one way, but no direction to where I have to go, so low is my competition to survive, I have questioned the laws of life, but my love is like the universe complex, radiant, but mysterious, it all started when I arrived from Russia to a village in Tyrol in Austria, only accompanies me, apart from my life, my violin, we have crossed many crossings around the world, sharing my tune, showing joyful feelings or sadness, how simple is life.
I used to go to a cafe called the last eclipse, it was when I met, the part of my life, I did not have a lovely young lady, at the end of my recital, she comes to me and tells me what a beautiful music inspired by the gods, it is only my composition that frees my soul for a goddess like you, everything becomes one union, everything becomes a single union at first sight, my lady, with whom do I have the pleasure, Elizabeth, and who is the handsome one who asks, Ivan Polo, you can get me here every Tuesday this coffee, as I know he will only listen to my violin, and as I know you will come, well I will leave you my handkerchief and I will come for it, so I will see you.
So as the days passed, a nice relationship was formed, to the point that they offered a dinner at the home of Elizabeth's parents, to establish marriage, the father of the bride and her other siblings, was unaware of the relationship of the bride and groom, but so much fuss everything comes to calm, when the soft, light sound of Ivan's violin invades them. At the end of the recital, he asks for a conversation alone to the father of the bride, and the others were left with the doubt that will happen in that conversation, for a few minutes the silence was overwhelming only felt the warm coffee served in the room, after having spent an hour, they leave and the father tells him there will be wedding, ending up celebrating by several glasses of wine for such a beautiful gesture of family unity.
A month later, Ivan arrives at his fiancée's house and tells her that the wedding will be postponed for a few days, because I have to go to my father's house who is very sick in Siberia, I leave you my violin, to play my tune of love for you my Elizabeth, indeed Ivan travels to his homeland and finds his father gravel, who so lonely and sad fact dies in a week, the passionate groom, writes to his beloved, the tragic fact that as soon as possible would be by his side to marry.
But the irony of life, the Second World War breaks out, leaving the borders limited, blessed God what will become of my Elizabeth, spends four years of the devastating war, were only united by clandestine letters with his beloved, the brave man leaves on a journey to be with his beloved, only takes the wedding dress and a German uniform as camouflage to cross the border to pass to Tyrol in Austria, He manages to pass the three lines of alcabala at the border, and arriving at his home, a roving patrol recognizes that he is not German, and confronts him with a shot to wound him, as he could bravely managed to escape, and in the early morning I managed to get to Elizabeth's house, very lonely and empty of feeling, the father tells me to come in and sit down, and I ask him, where is she? , She died a year ago of pneumonia, I leave you this note with your violin, the sad boyfriend reads the letter and collapses, I just want to know where she is buried, to say goodbye to her, in the old church a block from here.
The beginning of the day is painted with the rising sun but sad and cold, he arrives at the grave of his beloved, plays his violin tune as promised, without enough that he dug her up and takes out the coffin, the smell of perdition and rotten invade the place, he takes out the corpse, embraces her and tells her my love I came back for you, puts her wedding dress, I do not know how much is the mysterious love that kisses her in her skeletal mouth full of worm, as if she had consummated marriage. But on the spot arrives the patrol that intercepted him earlier and puts him prisoner, this is my memory of my memory of not arriving in time to marry my beloved Elizabeth, I just wait patiently for my friend death, to be together with my great love, forever.
