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syyskirjat · 2 months

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Sueños de piedra (ch1)

Okay, I promised (to myself) to check out whatever media won the ultimate obscure blorbo tournament ( @who-do-i-know-this-man (I wasn't sure whether to tag you or not but in the end I figured I might as well, hope you don't mind I guess))

Turns out that it's a guy from a 2015 Spanish YA fantasy book

And turns out there's a free sample available! Which is lucky for me because I'm currently very broke

Sueños de piedra by Iria G. Parente and Selene M. Pascual

I don't speak Spanish so I'm gonna rely on the translator quite a lot lmao (well I understand some Spanish actually, but definitely not enough to read a whole book)

The title translates to something like "Dreams of Stone" I think?

Once upon a time in a kingdom far, far away, a prince rewarded a wizard for helping rescue a young girl in trouble. Charming. Too bad none of this is true. In reality, the prince dreams of glory and revenge; the magician, with her spells not always being a disaster and the young woman in trouble, with fleeing from a past that torments her... and from the memory of the man she has killed. Once upon a time...

(Yes this is just Google Translate, sorry)

Okay so, prince, magician and a damsel in distress? Prince wants revenge for something, who knows what, magician is having trouble doing the magic, and the damsel is in fact a killer? Ok ok

The dedication goes as follows:

To all those who embark on a direct journey towards their dreams every day. May you always reach your destination.

Okay so Marabilia is a place? That's apparently also the name of this book series. Is this like the kingdom then? So it consists of three islands, two small ones and one big? Or is it supposed to be a continent? It definitely seems too small to be a continent

I know the blorbo is called Arthmael de Silfos so I'm guessing he's from the Silfos area in the north of the big island then. I can see what's probably a city called Duan and a forest called "Merlon Forest". We also have different towers around the big island, one of which seems to be called the Tower of Black Magic. (I didn't even need to use the translator for those yay xD)

Okay the first chapter is called Arthmael so I guess we're meeting our blorbo already, which is nice

— Let me make it clear: are you going to give my crown to a bastard?

Okay..... the very first line and I already think Arthmael might be a bit of a spoiled brat (I assume he's in fact the prince)

Apparently Arthmael just found out that he has an illegitimate older brother but I guess this brother's mother is noble anyway so it's legit? I dunno yet. Arthmael thinks this guy is blackmailing his father somehow and is already considering poison as a solution

And anyway, what kind of a name is Jacques for a king?

lmao, so much shade to all the kings called Jacques

Okay so Jacques's family is very powerful and loved by the people of Silfos and the king fears a civil war if he disrespects his claim to the throne. Alright. Kinda weird since based on Arthmael's thoughts, this society has a similar attitude to bastards as in European history, but okay then. I wonder if Jacques is even actually the king's son or is this some kind of a ruse?

Arthmael is very cheeky and even references his dad's love life directly to his face, his dad is not very happy

The king tells him to just be a good boy and hopefully they'll find him some crown princess to marry so he'll get a kingdom that way

I guess these different areas on the map are kingdoms then, that makes sense. They look like very small kingdoms but this is a small place in general.

Arthmael doesn't seem to mind this idea except that there's only one possible princess like that in Marabilia and that's Ivy de Dione. Not sure what's wrong with her.

Well, who knows? Maybe, if I wait a few moons, some other bastard, in Verves or Idyll, will come out from under a rock and come offer me her hand.

Somebody's very snarky, that's cute

Arthmael is very haughty about how the people have always known him as the crown prince and accepted him as such, Jacques laughs and asks what has he even done for the people. He's like well he hasn't really done much yet because he was planning to do things once he became king, but he's been supporting the local business (taverns) and employing servants (lmao). Also apparently there are some girls he's seeing...

Apparently Jacques's family are big traders and business people (despite being noblemen) and create lots of jobs, and also big on charity, so everybody loves them

Arthmael is jealous of how proud his dad looks when Jacques says this, and how he's never looked at him like that

Well, I guess you're kind of a little shit so it makes sense, Arthmael

— If the smartest thing is to become the idol of a few starving people in order to be king, I can do it too.

Oh my god, this little brat

He declares that he's going to be a hero, to overshadow the charity of Jacques' family, because heroes are remembered by history while philanthropist aren't

So he plans to become a storybook Prince Charming, saving damsels in distress etc.

Jacques finds this understandably hilarious, the king is not amused

Once Jacques leaves, the king again offers to arrange a marriage to Arthmael, specifically with the princess of Dione

I'm almost tempted. I have never been to Dione, but they say that their ships are the lightest and fastest, and that sailors come to their shores from the other side of the sea, speaking strange languages that only they understand. Who come from lands where women wear short dresses, if they wear anything at all. Places where war is so normal that, as soon as a child is strong enough to pick up a sword, they push him to the front lines.

Alright then, I see what he fixates on

Was there anything wrong with the princess then or?

Barbarians. I remove the thought from my mind.

Oh okay. What a charming young man /s

Dione is like right next to Silfos according to the map btw, is this like one of those neighbourly feuds?

Okay he says it's because he doesn't want a foreign kingdom, he wants to keep his home, which is fair I guess

The king is like what do you want me to do, kill Jacques and his pregnant wife? And Arthmael is just like yeah great idea, because he's a dumbass. The king is like wtf

Apparently Jacques' family is from that Duan city that I noted earlier, and his mother died a few days ago and apparently "her loss is greatly felt"

The king regrets spoiling Arthmael too much, and talks about how Arthmael doesn't understand anything about suffering or anything and only cares about girls

Arthmael is already considering faking his death to make them all feel sorry, because of course he is, he's exactly that kind of guy

He says he doesn't want to go try to charm the princess, he'd rather just go off on his own (also there's a whole bit about how only a man can rule Dione or something and the king of Dione won't accept his daughter to become a ruler)

His dad tells him no, just stay here and be a good boy, don't make everybody gossip about drama in the royal family

Arthmael is like hey you managed to hide your bastard son for years, you can hide my disappearance

They fight a bit more but then Arthmael just storms out, grabs a few things from his room and leaves

a change of clothes, a bag of coins, my sword, and my favourite cloak. I do not need anything else.

Okay then, good luck I guess

To be a hero you only need a brave heart. Or so they say.

I feel like you also need to not be a selfish prick but maybe that's optional

Okay end of first chapter!

Our blorbo seems like a real brat!

But I guess the point is probably that he needs to learn some lessons along the way, or something like that, idk. I'm sure there's a reason for why whoever entered him into the tournament likes him so much

I'm guessing the damsel in distress is not the princess? Probably? She wasn't called a princess anyway. TBH she's the character I'm currently the most curious about. The next chapter is from the point of view of someone called Lynne and I hope that's her. Could be the magician too though I guess? No wait, I think the magician is a guy. Altho idk maybe Lynne could be a guy's name, I don't fucking know.

I'm guessing that Arthmael will try to rescue the damsel so he can be a hero, because that's what heroes are supposed to do, but then it'll go wrong somehow? And then the magician will get involved somehow, I have no clue.

That's all my predictions I suppose. Altho I'm guessing that Jacques might turn out to be a villain somehow, I didn't get the vibe that he was particularly great either, just not as much of a brat as Arthmael, and it would then be something for Arthmael to do when he gets back home. Then again maybe the book will surprise me, who knows. To be honest, it would feel a bit like a cop out if it turns out that the guy he hates actually is evil, but it could be handled well, and it's not like I like Jacques either so far. He seems extremely sus too

No guesses as to what the title refers to yet, it could be anything

Idk, like I said, the damsel's storyline is the one that interests me the most rn, it might actually get me to read further (good job, blurb, you got me)

I still have a surprisingly good amount of the free sample left, there's actually nine chapters here, so idk, maybe I'll keep going? We'll see

I'm pretty happy with how much I was able to follow the text even on my own, altho I definitely had to rely on the translator. I would not have had the patience to try to translate all of this myself. But I definitely understood multiple full sentences! Yaaay xD

Apologies to fans of this book series, I hope I didn't seem too rude

#sueños de piedra

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error404vnotfound · 5 months

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STOP THIS IS SO FUNNY

BLORBO FROM MY BOOKS (LYNNE SUEÑOS DE PIEDRA) AND MUTUAL FROM MY DASH (LYN @my-cursed-prince) DONT ONLY SHARE A NAME BUT ALSO. SAME TRUST ISSUES IN MEN

#you aint Elizabeth pride and prejudice but you sure are lynne sueños de piedra

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villings · 2 years

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—Silencio, que grito: ¡Eh, Fujiyama...!

(Ecos... ecos... las rocas me devuelven, indiferentes, los anillos de la voz...)

Sin novio, en la luz. la montaña continúa impasible, idéntica a sí misma, eternamente igual, anciana y sin embargo eternamente joven con crines de cascadas, con crines de nieves desbordantes sobre las espaldas... ¡Salud, impavidez de piedra! Así te quedarás por siempre con la misma confianza en la vida del hombre. Puedes tú derrumbarte, Fujiyama., pero no cambiar... La piedra permanece piedra.

Eugen Jebeleanu

#Eugen Jebeleanu #El sueño del poeta #poesía #fragmento #literatura #piedra #vida #confianza #rocas #ecos #nieves #silencio #anciana #montaña #impasible #Versión de Manuel Serrano Pérez

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caostalgia · 1 year

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10 things I hate about you.

1.- Odio tu maldita indiferencia cuando se trata de mí.

2.- Odio que actúes cómo si fuese de piedra.

3.- Odio tus estupidos comentarios que denotan lo poco importante que siempre fui.

4.- Odio que nunca me digas de frente la mierda que soy.

5.- Odio tu falta de disposición a escucharme.

6.- Odio no poder dejar de amarte.

7.- Odio el dolor en el cuál te has convertido.

8.- Odio que todo el día deambules en mi cabeza. Pensamientos y sueños.

9.- Odio la manera en la que, aún a distancia, sigo siendo tuya. Aunque para ti ya no tenga sentido.

10.- Odio que te hayas metido tan profundo en mi corazón, que hayas hecho de el tu hogar y te rehuses a terminarte de marchar.

Coldissweet

#coldissweet #frases #notas #citas #escritos #caostalgia #textos #amor #pensamientos #tristeza #desamor #mayo 2023 #escritos de una mente en insomnio

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fragmentos-adolescentes · 8 months

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Tengo una cita con mi yo del pasado. Le llevaré flores para que me perdone todo el daño que le cause.

Me equivoqué, es verdad.

Tropecé con las mismas piedra, no una, sino varias veces.

Fui ingenua y creí en quién no debía.

Entregue amor, amistad, sentimientos, a quién no lo merecía.

Me deje llevar por la corriente y me ahogué.

Hice cosas malas a quién no lo merecía.

Menti, me vencieron las malas decisiones y falle.

Engañe, oculte, envidié y deje que esto me venciera.

Muchas veces deje sueños a un lado por tener contentos a los demás, o me di por vencida y no seguí los mismos solo por ellos.

El miedo me venció y me paralice. Dejé atrás muchas de las cosas que valían la pena.

En fin… Erré infinidad de veces, y eso me hizo propensa a no creer en mi, a menospreciar mi amor propio y caer.

Más hoy, hoy me pido perdón por todo el daño que me he causado, por los sinsabores a los que me expuse y por las oportunidades que deje pasar.

Comienzo cada día con la creencia de que me esperan mejores y buenas cosas, y que nunca es tarde para empezar de nuevo.

Pura maldad ❄️

#citas #escritos #frases #fragmentos adolescentes #notas #amor #textos #pensamientos #vida #yo #perdon #frustración #miedo #tristeza #advercidades #pura maldad

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lunadiluana · 2 months

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Aquello que no pudo ser

Movido por los ríos del alma me aposté frente a aquellos árboles, aquellas piedras y flores quien jugában con esa chica de ojos grandes y púseme a recordar los años pasados. Parecía como si en lugar de nubes peregrinas con rumbo al pueblo desfilarán ante mi vista los momentos transcurridos desde que éramos uno sólo. Cual si reales seguían una a una las memorias por mi mente, tanto que sentí revivirlas plenamente.

Volvi a experimentar las ilusiones del impetuoso joven amor que alguna vez fuimos; ilusiones que no pudieron realizarse. Todos y cada uno de nuestros sueños entregados desfilaban por la memoria; sueños que no fueron más que viento. Desgarrado nuevamente sentí el corazón al revivir la partida de aquel inmenso amor . . . Amor que no pudo ser.

Juan Francisco Palencia.

@juan-francisco-palencia

#spotify #love #music #couple #poesia #poetry #lovers #música #lunadiluana #quotes #fall in love #intimacy #spilled ink #photography #gif #relationship #Spotify

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suenosyfantasmas · 1 month

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Cielo, mar, piedras y arena.

Video: MAVi. "Recuerdos"

Sueños y fantasmas. El arte de soñar

#fotografía #arte #mavi #video #mar #piedras #arena #cielo #imaginación

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subnitida · 7 months

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Carmen Alvar, El sueño, de la serie Los que duermen con las piedras

#carmen alvar

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who-do-i-know-this-man · 2 months

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⚠️Vote for whomever YOU DO NOT KNOW⚠️‼️

FINAL ROUND

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Vote under the cut if you read the rules

#ultimate obscure blorbo #polls #final round #Varvara Lukinishna (The Slynx)#Varvara Lukinishna #The Slynx #Arthmael de Silfos (Sueños de Piedra)#Arthmael de Silfos #Sueños de Piedra #dreams of stone

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syyskirjat · 1 month

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Sueños de piedra (ch2)

Still not sure if I'll read this whole book but I decided already that I want to at least read this one because I'm curious about what Lynne's deal is (especially having confirmed that she is indeed the "damsel in distress" who is haunted by her past)

(Her past being murder, apparently)

I'm hoping the magician/wizard character Hasan shows up too, I'd like to find out about him while I'm at it

I didn't mention this in the last post, but the chapters have these little ornaments at the beginning before the name of the POV character (the chapters are otherwise unnamed, it's like ASOIAF). Arthmael's was a crown, similar to the crown on the book cover but just tilted on its side and with an organic pattern behind it. This one seems to be coins. Is it specifically three coins? Maybe!

I remember seeing the full dust jacket design of the book having coins on the back cover, maybe these are the same coins

Three coins here too, so maybe the number is significant

The other thing of note here are the two figures on the coins, who are they? To me it looks like two princes facing each other, one maybe older than the other? This seems too early for them to have had time to mint new coins showing both Jacques and Arthmael so idk if it can be them? But maybe? This chapter could take place at a later date or something, I have no idea.

Or it could be the king and Arthmael, that would make sense.

(Sorry, this is how I blog about books, I pay too much attention to the details sometimes)

Anyways, onto the actual chapter!

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....... Welp

Okay this is going under the cut immediately

(Do we need a content warning already? I think we might, but I don't know how to word that exactly. In any case NSFW)

ETA: Yes we doooooooo, we do need content warnings: human trafficking, forced sex work, both involving a minor, including a scene with the victim and her victimiser having sex, physical abuse, also just straight up sexual assault towards the end

Lord Kenan collapses onto my naked body with one last grunt of pleasure. I feel his sweat sticking to the skin of my back and his hands still grip my hips tightly. I can only stare at the sheets, waiting for the moment when he pulls back once and for all and lets me move again. Let me leave your side. Let me be free, this time forever. Tonight was my last night. This will be my last time. Or so I want to convince myself.

Okay reading ahead, it sounds like Lynne is a sex worker, so I guess that's the context of the coins? Oh boy...

Lord Kenan is apparently not the worst client but clearly not her favourite either.

... Oh but he does hit her sometimes if she doesn't show enough enthusiasm, okay

Alright then.

Fourteen years. At fourteen years old he brought me to this damned place. On nights like this, I wonder how I've lasted so long.

Oh it's getting worse, great

I'm no longer excited about this chapter xD

Also I guess Lord Kenan is not a client then but a pimp?

Kenan likes them weak, submissive and sweet. Full of attention for him. I stopped being sweet a long time ago, although perhaps I have never stopped being weak. Maybe that's why I haven't run away yet. Because I'm afraid that what's outside is worse than what's here. But that's over.

Okay okay, realistically this chapter is gonna be her escaping right? Is Lord Kenan the guy she kills or did she already kill someone else? Are we about to witness a murder? I would not be opposed to it

His serious look makes me tense in my seat as he gets ready. His blue eyes have always been icy, although he often tries to melt them with the false warmth with which he treats all of us prostitutes, to make us feel that we are in a good place even if we live in hell.

He tells her that she's their most precious jewel and hopes that she's not boring their customers and then kisses her possessively. She finally snaps and says she's going to leave.

She also randomly starts wondering how old she is, I kinda feel like I might have missed something there, why she's bringing that up right now. But the point is that she thinks she's somewhere between fifteen and twenty.

He seems to think she just meant leave the room to see other customers but she clarifies that she means leaving the brothel entirely, for good.

His hand grabs my face again before I can do anything to stop it. Only this time it's not abrupt. It's sweet, tender. And that's almost worse than the violence he often uses. When he does this, when he smiles, when he caresses me as if he really cared for me, the more dangerous he is.

btw I'm skipping a lot of the details here, I'd just rather not djkghglkj

What is the alternative for a girl like you out there? Without property, without family, without money… You will do the same, charging less adn in any alley. Besides, that would be so ungrateful, Lynne… Who took you out of need when you were a bony, lost child, a thief who couldn't even put more than a couple of crumbs a day in her mouth?

They've had this talk before and Lynne has always caved in the end out of fear and shame but this time she decides to stay strong

But I'm not going to let it scare me this time. No. I can do great things. If I try hard, I can be the owner of my life. I can start my own business, just like my father once did, before he died. Maybe not in Silfos, where women don't have options, and much less will I have them, having been a prostitute. But Marabilia is a large continent: I will look for them in other countries and, if I don't find them, I will travel to other continents if necessary. I have heard that beyond our seas a woman can be anything she wants to be.

Okay so there might be other continents in this world where women have more opportunities, enough so that the people in Marabilia are aware of this, noted.

lmao, I fully thought this was an island not a continent. I swear the map looked so small! I think it's the style, with the towers and trees and mountains drawn individually, but of course they don't actually have to be to scale, I realise

Anyway, I'm now wondering if the title of the book is metaphorical and refers to the aspirations of the main characters? Not sure what the stone would symbolise, but it would make sense, especially with the dedication as well. Dreams definitely seem to be a theme

Lord Kenan mocks her and thinks she wants to find a wealthy husband to save her, asks her doesn't she already know what all men are like, having seen them visit her, etc.

In her mind she basically agrees that all men are like that but she doesn't want a man or a family

I don't aspire for anyone to love me. I don't aspire to love anyone either. Maybe I couldn't do it even if I wanted to, because I forgot a long time ago what it was like to feel affection.

Well rip

— Oh, little flower! Have you learned so little? Have I taught you that badly? Do you really have hope for something like that? I'm afraid you've read too many stories from exotic countries across the ocean. Here women are not queens, nor do you have rights beyond giving birth to our children. You are worthless without a man to protect you. And who is going to protect you if I don't?

Okay we're clearly not gonna be very subtle

She insists that she's going to leave and goes to put on her clothes but he assaults her and rapes her again, but she reaches under the pillow and stabs him with a dagger.

— I told you I was leaving here, I whisper to him. I open the window. I don't even look at Kenan again. I don't even worry about how long he will agonize until he finally gives up and dies. Arming myself with courage, I take the leap towards my freedom.

End of chapter two.

Ooookay. To be honest that went pretty much exactly how I expected it to go after finding out that Kenan was her pimp and not just a client.

I wonder if he's actually a lord or is that just his nickname? The consequences of the murder would definitely depend on whether he's an actual nobleman or just a random pimp.

Buuut yeah, idk, didn't enjoy this chapter so much ngl xD I much preferred making fun on Arthmael. But I guess it's over now so... idk, maybe I'll read at least one more

I do kinda have a hunch that this book is not gonna be my thing, but to be fair it hasn't really started yet

#sueños de piedra

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error404vnotfound · 8 months

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so. antihéroes.

back when I read it in 2018 my only note on the book was "it left me indifferent" and boy oh boy does that hold true 5 years later

it is VERY easy to read. it isn't boring in any way. the characters were okay. the plot was okay

i think i'll keep it stuck at 3/5 ngl

#v reads antihéroes #v reads the seliriaverse #next onto marabilia my beloved #sueños de piedra my beloved #im gonna be. so annoying

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sinfonia-relativa · 6 months

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Chica soñadora , chica que soñando vive y que vive para soñar , ojalá que sigas la ilusión intacta en tu alma , que nadie jamás te diga que no puedes hacer algo , que jamás nadie tenga el poder de hacer que te rindas y lograr que pierdas la ilusión con la miras la vida , esa misma que hace que tus ojos brillen cuando hablas de tus anhelos. Chica soñadora no permitas que nadie más te haga sentir que no eres capaz de crear la vida que sueñas , esa que te mereces. Chica de ojos tristes y iluminados como la misma luna que sigue brillando en medio de tanta oscuridad, no permitas que nadie te robe la maravillosa manera de amar que solo tú posees. Chica soñadora, sigue y persigue lo que deseas , que sé que lo lograrás , no dejes de insistir en lo que tu corazón tanto añora. Chica de corazón puro , soñador y valiente, aunque las tormentas de la vida te azoten,sin piedad, sigue de pie , mantén tu firmeza y tu fuerza , sin importar que muchos deseen que caigas , que aunque te lancen piedras y te quieran aturdir , debes seguir adelante sin mirar atrás o hacia los lados , mira solo hacia el frente , hacia tus sueños que allí es donde debes llegar. Y si algún día necesitas fuerzas te regalo las mías , si algún día dudas , déjame que yo te respondo : Si, si puedes. Pero chica de sueños lindos , no te detengas , no pares hasta que consigas el logro de alcanzar lo que sueñas , eso que hace que tu corazón se incendie y se avive , ese es el camino a seguir.

Moongirl

#escritos #moongirl #sinfonia-relativa #noviembre2023 #notas #destino #soñadora #sinfonia relativa

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rinconliterario · 2 months

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Como Casandra yo escuché tu paso en las baldosas de la galería. Como ella, adivinaba yo en los días y en la voz recurrente del ocaso lo que ocultabas y conozco tanto. Ciega, sola, atenta penetré en tu velado reino y consagré bajo sus plantas, al rencor, mi espanto. Transformabas el mundo en un desierto. Como a Casandra no quisiste oírme. Pensando junto al río sólo en irme, en la noche incesante busqué el puerto. Al ver los astros, con aristas, rojos, sabía que el infierno era mirarte y volver a tu lado y no olvidarte. ¡Ah, por qué no quemé más bien mis ojos! ¡Vanas son las mentiras y las guerras! Nuestros ojos traicionan nuestra cara; la vuelven transparente, fría y clara como el agua en la orilla de las tierras. No me perdonarás de haber llorado: no me lo perdonabas, yo tampoco. Tus noches y tus días los evoco. ¡Por qué con tanto amor me has engañado! Símbolos tiene la desesperanza, propiedades antiguas y suntuosas, A veces tiene cosas muy preciosas. Como la muerte, siempre nos alcanza. Con el rostro de piedra, de la ira, por tu amor me acerqué a sus pabellones. Ah, fue triste en los pérfidos frontones de sus oscuras torres tu mentira. Vi que en su primavera con glicinas, la languidez secreta de las ramas, las canciones del mirlo, las retamas, la vegetal constancia que germina, urden una ávida y común tortura a ejemplo de esos ramos en la muerte que simbolizan con un lujo inerte la soledad, el polvo, la locura. Vi al pie de las columnas los despojos de las fiestas en sueño, de la aurora; te seguí paso a paso, hora por hora, más que tu sombra guiada por tus ojos. Oscuros en tu cuarto me rodeaban los muebles habituales: los abismos labraban en desorden cataclismos mientras las furias su clamor callaban. En los iridiscentes labios rojos de alguna flor resplandecía el alma del céfiro purísimo en su calma: mas yo estaba cegada por tus ojos. La llanura, la nieve o la montaña me recibía reconciliadora: y persistía entre árboles sonora la dicha exigua que la duda empaña. Vi caras, muchas caras previsibles; todos mis diálogos fueron falaces; escuché de las voces los compases sin oír las palabras más sensibles; proyecté formas de mi destrucción. En las ciudades, en la calle sucia, en los sórdidos parques, sin astucia llegué al infierno con obstinación. Como alas nacen del cansancio arrojos busqué por todas partes el horror, el desencanto pacificador como los santos porque vi tus ojos. Y conseguí morir perfectamente sin ningún esplendor como soñaba sola en el iris gris que me aterraba viendo tus ojos incesantemente.

Silvina Ocampo.

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entusblog · 9 months

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Carta de despedida al amor de mi vida....

Sabes que siempre se me ha dado mejor escribir que hablar por eso he decidido despedirme así, si estás leyendo ésta carta es porque todos mis intentos han fracasado, ésta vez si he luchado, además más que nunca, prácticamente he llegado a arrastrarme y humillarme, he dejado correr el tiempo pero no me ha ayudado, he hablado con personas cercanas a ti pero me han confundido aún mas sobre tus sentimiento, he ido detrás tuya como jamás pensé que iría, pero todo ha sido en vano, me he estrellado una y otra vez contra un muro de piedra, ya me doy por vencido, no puedo seguir más así, tengo que comenzar a ordenar mi cabeza que desde que lo dejamos no sabe aún siquiera donde está, hasta ahora he estado como en un sueño, una pesadilla de la que me he intentado despertar una y otra vez y no lo he conseguido…

Por mucho que me duela o por mucho que no quiera a partir de hoy no me queda más remedio que empezar a olvidarte, olvidarme de tu pelo, de tus ojos, de tus miradas, de tus lágrimas, de tu sonrisa, de tus labios, de tus besos, de tus manos, de tus caricias, de tu voz, de tus te quieros, de tu mal genio, de lo cabezota que eres, de tu olor, de tus abrazos, de despertarme a tu lado, de las promesas que no he podido cumplir,Teníamos una historia increíble, una historia que era envidia de mucha gente, ahora me he dado cuenta de que mucha gente nos tenía envidia, envidia de que dos personas tuvieran un amor tan grande que ellas en su vida conocerán, envidia de que dos almas gemelas se hubieran encontrado, de que existiera el amor verdadero, el amor puro, donde no existían los intereses, el amor que solo puede surgir cuando dos niños que todavía no conocen la dureza del mundo se enamoran, una historia que empezó gracias a ti y que por mi culpa ha acabado…

Siento de verdad no poder ser tu amigo, pero es superior a mí, ha sido demasiado lo que he vivido contigo para verte como una simple amiga, de verdad que lo siento pero te prometo que intentaré saludarte si nos vemos, de verdad que intentaré no apartar la mirada, pero quiero que sepas que si lo hago es porque se me parte el alma cuando te veo, el simple hecho de tenerte delante y no poder tocarte es algo que me desgarra por dentro, si lo hago perdónamelo por favor…

Estoy seguro de que nadie te querrá nunca tanto como yo, pero deseo que alguien pueda hacerte feliz y pueda cumplir tus sueños, ojala hubiera tenido una oportunidad porque ese estoy seguro que hubiera sido yo, pero no ha podido ser, ya verás como alguien se cruza en tu camino.

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