Women
Forgotten Women Forgotten remained stored in an old cupboard.
Carolina came out very early on a Sunday morning. There was silence in the streets, neighbors rested, slept, repairing energy to face the hard work of the week. Nor could hear the laughter of children playing on sidewalks.
The air was calm and the sun rose shining. Carolina was tempted to sit on a bench in the plaza to enjoy the friendly atmosphere in the morning. But, should not lose time, its mission the excited to the point that did not rest or respite. He was about thirty years of life well spent. Its main objective was to understand the human being, understand, know their essence. This led to pursue the Bachelor of Anthropology. Your library showed their concerns: many books of philosophy, the classics of universal literature, sacred books of all religions in the world, the best scientific journals and several treatises of Anthropology.
The anthropologist went to a big white house. He went a dusty cupboard. These cabinets were one of her favorite places. Also, looking behind doors or in darkened corners.
opened a high cupboard door. A strange perfume caught his attention. The clothes were folded neatly. Buds began to feel what was in the closet until he found something very soft, similar to that of the perfume. Unfolded what was a dazzling white robe. He reached into a pocket of his discovery and found a paper with a clear legend. "I forgot my dreams, my name, no memory, no one remembers." Carol felt a singular thrill. His astonishment grew when he realized that Heat recovered robe and began to pound. Until a woman emerged and filled the robe. She was old
indefinitely. Gestures mixed naive girl, inquisitive teen and others, sadly adult. Women
I Forgot, heard Carolina. The voice came out choked. - - Why you talk like that?, "He managed to ask-
" Because I forgot the words, "he answered, nobody answered me, I lost communication with it, the Word. First, I heard emitting sounds hollow, as if coming from the vacuum, it was not my voice.
Carolina took the hand of Forgotten Women and carried her to a couch. Green eyes looked into the eyes unfathomable. Needed to know. I had to recover the history of that being. Could not overwhelm questions. He spoke of the light coming through the window, tall trees, the warmth of the air. Women's face took on a pink and his skin became smooth and vital was communicating with someone. Word recovered. Began a long story that would rebuild what was his life.
person had been a successful, thriving, enterprising, skilled in solving problems it is facing in life. So many, that used to exhaust it. But starting again and again. Everything changed
with the great flood. The wind blew from the direction indefinitely, twisted trees and dark clouds piled high. There was a great darkness. The black clouds dropped large dark water jets, formed a quagmire. The mud invaded the streets and into homes as up to three meters high. Streaky and dragged all
The woman was taken away by the mudslide. The Grand Dame was not with her, was gone, left alone, I'm more tired of removing mud and Women did not help enough, concentrated on his own effort and confusion.
The flood began to recede to near the bottom. The woman was lying, entrecubierta por el resto de lodo. Pasaba gente sobre su cuerpo, pero no la veían o eran indiferentes. Se durmió. Al despertar, divisó zonas limpias, caminó en busca de aguas claras. Encontró un estanque protegido y nadó en él hasta que la suciedad abandonó su cuerpo.
Conocía el camino hacia su casa. La encontró vacía: la inundación había llevado sus tesoros. Ya no tenía nada para dar. Los pordioseros que golpeaban su puerta en busca de comida y dinero dejaron de mirarla. Ya no tenía nada para dar.
La casa se llenó de rejas y se transformó en prisión. La Mujer reforzó las rejas con cuerdas de miedo que rodeaban su cuerpo y su alma. Solía mirar los trees from the large window. I saw them change colors with the passing of the seasons: green intense yellow autumn was exchanged, then undressed and showed the age of winter. But sprouting in spring. The trees reminded him of the pace of life to which she could not enter.
The dialogues were completed. Nobody understood, nobody left to speak. And when he did, he laughed, unaware of his intelligence and love.
gradually fell into complete solitude and total oblivion. That's how he ended up bent in the old closet. Carolina
heard the story with care and wonder. Forgotten Women invited out into the world. They went wide streets and small streets, stopped at the parks. Animated conversation. Anthropologist Women took to a store, noted that a hint of sensuality animated her face, her eyes, her lips. He bought a gold and diamond jewelry, highlighting a beautiful tiara placed on the forehead of the woman. Later, he looked stylish footwear and garments. Women looked like a princess or a fairy because she joined in poise and lightness. The men looked embarrassed so beautifully expressed in a full body and a smile transparent.
The two left the store. They sat down to dinner on a terrace overlooking the sea. Enjoy the flavor of seafood and sip a good wine.
Resumed their walk, watched and commented everything looked. Sunset
. Sitting on a cliff, went into the silence, the thoughts of each passed their own paths.
Carolina had learned a lot, he knew he was facing a woman with great wisdom.
The day was fading. Carolina
raised two options: Forgotten Women could help to unravel more mysteries of human existence, become a shadowy corners homing abandoned and cabinets.
The other option was to return it to the white robe and leave it folded in the old cupboard where they remained eternal things.
Aurora Martino
