¡Hola! ¿Qué tal? Es grato poder saludarles en este día amigos de #HIVE hoy les traigo una nueva historia, la cual espero les guste.
Hello, how are you? It is a pleasure to greet you on this day friends of #HIVE today I bring you a new story.
pexelsMe llamo Arturo, y les hablo desde mi experiencia de vida, no creo que se llame amor esto que en secreto lo llevo muy dentro de mi, mas bien lo llamo obsesión.
Como hombre que soy me gustan las mujeres, creo que fueron creadas para contemplar y disfrutar de todo ese derroche perfecto de belleza, de todo eso que las envuelve, siempre he sentido una pasión o atracción hacia ellas, me enamoran me vuelven loco (en el buen sentido de la palabra).
En mi juventud tuve varias novias, hasta que vino una y me atrapó con la cuál me casé y tuve tres (3) hijos. En el transcurrir de nuestro matrimonio hemos tenido serios conflictos por mi forma de actuar, porque no puedo ver a un bella dama que no me provoque decirle un piropo aún así sea delante de mi mujer. Para mi no es una falta de respeto, yo lo veo como un elogio hacia tanta belleza, amo la poesía y ¿cómo no? Elogiarlas.
My name is Arturo, and I speak from my life experience, I do not think it is called love this that I secretly carry it deep inside me, rather I call it obsession.
As a man I like women, I think they were created to contemplate and enjoy all that perfect waste of beauty, all that surrounds them, I have always felt a passion or attraction towards them, they make me fall in love, they drive me crazy (in the good sense of the word).
In my youth I had several girlfriends, until one came and caught me and I married her and had three (3) children. In the course of our marriage we have had serious conflicts because of the way I act, because I can not see a beautiful lady that does not provoke me to say a compliment even if it is in front of my wife. For me it is not a lack of respect, I see it as a compliment to so much beauty, I love poetry and how not? Praise them
pixabayEn mi juventud me pasó algo muy particular con una de la chica, ella era diferente a la otras que eran mi pasatiempo, esta chica era mi novia oficial para este momento, con ella aunque quería no podía pasarme, ni jugar con sus sentimientos, yo sabía que ella me amaba, pero también estaba clara en sus valores, era muy inteligente, tenía na personalidad única. Ya ella se había dado cuenta como era yo, duramos como novios un año y varios meses, poco a poco comencé con mis acciones de pica flor a matar ese bonito amor de ella sentía por mi. Claro está que en varias oportunidades le pedí que estuviera conmigo, claro está que fui muy atrevido, ella muy clara como siempre respondía que si yo la quería verdaderamente tenía que honrarla.
Un día su madre que me observaba muy de cerca pues me hacia seguimiento, se me acercó muy segura y desafiante y me dijo: mucho cuidado con hacerle daño a mi hija, no me conoces de lo que soy capaz por ella, (era obvio era su única hija). Me volvió a repetir, ¡mucho cuidado!, porqué te vas arrepentir y vas a pasarla muy mal, te lo juro. Me lo dijo con una tal veracidad que me quedé temblando. También me dijo si no la amas, ni la respetas, entonces déjala, pero no juegues con sus sentimientos, ¡estás advertido! Sus palabras me impactaron.
Esa noche no pude dormir daba muchas vueltas para conciliar mi sueño, las palabras de la señora retumbaban mi cerebro y yo pensaba una y otra y otra vez. No era que ella no me importaba, ella me gustaba como era, sabía perfectamente que con ella podía formar una familia. Ella era mi novia oficial y en mi casa toda mi familia la aceptaban, pues ella tenía amistad con anterioridad con varios de la familia en especial con mi madre.
In my youth something very particular happened to me with one of the girl, she was different from the others that were my hobby, this girl was my official girlfriend for this moment, with her although I wanted I could not pass me, nor play with her feelings, I knew that she loved me, but she was also clear in her values, she was very intelligent, she had a unique personality. She had already realized how I was, we lasted as boyfriend and girlfriend for a year and several months, little by little I began with my pica flor actions to kill that beautiful love she felt for me. It is clear that on several occasions I asked her to be with me, of course I was very daring, she was very clear as always responded that if I really loved her I had to honor her.
One day her mother, who was watching me very closely because she was following me, approached me very confidently and defiantly and told me: be very careful with hurting my daughter, you don't know what I am capable of for her, (it was obvious that I was her only daughter). She told me again, be very careful, because you will regret it and you will have a very bad time, I swear. He told me with such truthfulness that I was shaking. He also told me if you don't love her, or respect her, then leave her, but don't play with her feelings, you've been warned! His words shocked me.
That night I couldn't sleep I tossed and turned a lot to fall asleep, the lady's words rattled my brain and I thought over and over and over again. It wasn't that I didn't care about her, I liked her as she was, I knew perfectly well that with her I could form a family. She was my official girlfriend and in my house all my family accepted her, because she had previously been friends with several of the family, especially with my mother.
pixabayCada vez que iba a visitarla o a buscarla para salir, su madre a espalda de ella me amenazaba con la mirada y con gesto de su dedo, era como esa leona cuidando de su cachorro. Para rematar esto a uno de sus primos no le caía muy bien que digamos, una vez me tiró el carro, que sino me abro me atropella. Con todo esto comencé a salir con otras chicas y la besaba, que ella en varias oportunidades me descubrió, lo comencé hacer para que ella tuviera motivos suficientes de terminar conmigo. Pues la verdad yo no quería terminar. Llegué hasta el punto en una víspera de navidad en una fiesta de amigos me descubrió muy acaramelado pasando la mano y besándola en el oído a su mejor amiga. Era lógico, rebosó el aga en el vaso.
Recuerdo que era muy tarde de la noche, no me di cuenta en que momento salió muy sutilmente del lugar y se fue, yo creía que estaba dentro o en el baño, la busqué y no la encontré. Sali y un amigo me dijo que la vio casi corriendo y que ella le dijo no pasa nada. Sé que me comporté como un canalla, le juge sucio. Lo que no sabía que no tenía dinero para tomar un taxi, me enteré años después, tuvo que atravesar un puente largo a esa hora, era sumamente peligroso. Total más tarde llegué a su casa, toqué la puerta y ella salió, me alegré al verla y ella me dijo terminamos.
Sin lágrimas en sus ojos, me dijo aquí se termina todo, eres libre para salir con quién quieras, me quitó del camino. Somos jóvenes, así como para ti hay chicas para mi también hay chicos y tú sabes bien que es así. Se dio la vuelta y subió a su casa. Me lo merecía y mucho más, no la quería dejar y a la vez deseaba terminar con ella.
Every time I went to visit her or to pick her up to go out, her mother would threaten me with her eyes and with a gesture of her finger, she was like that lioness taking care of her cub. To top it off, one of her cousins didn't like me very much, once he threw the car at me, and if I didn't open it he would run me over. With all this I began to go out with other girls and kissed her, she discovered me on several occasions, I started to do it so that she would have enough reason to break up with me. Well, the truth is that I didn't want to break up. I got to the point that one Christmas Eve at a party with friends, she discovered me very affectionate, passing my hand and kissing her best friend in the ear. It was logical, he overflowed the aga in the glass.
I remember it was very late at night, I didn't realize at what moment she very subtly left the place and left, I thought she was inside or in the bathroom, I looked for her and I couldn't find her. I went out and a friend told me that he saw her almost running and that she told him nothing is wrong. I know I behaved like a scoundrel, I played dirty with her. What I didn't know was that she didn't have money to take a cab, I found out years later, she had to cross a long bridge at that hour, it was extremely dangerous. Total later I arrived at her house, I knocked on the door and she came out, I was happy to see her and she told me we broke up.
Without tears in her eyes, she told me this is the end of everything, you are free to go out with whoever you want, she took me out of the way. We are young, just as for you there are girls, for me there are also boys and you know well that's the way it is. He turned around and went up to his house. I deserved it and much more, I didn't want to leave her and at the same time I wanted to finish with her.
pixabayElla era de carácter templado como su madre muy decidida y firme.
Después de lo ocurrido la vi muchas veces, deseaba acercarme pero no podía, estaba con su amiga que ahora era mi nueva novia,
en mi casa estaban varios de mis hermanos y madre muy molestos conmigo con justa razón. Tambien casi frecuentabamos los mismos lugares las mismas amistades. Yo la observaba pero ella era totalmente indiferente conmigo, tenía amor propio. Pasado el tiempo ella se casó con un buen hombre, tuvieron sus hijos y viven felices hasta hoy. Tiempo después me casé también con su amiga.
A pesar de estar casado siempre la he perseguido, aún por las redes sociales he insistido, y lo seguire haciendo hasta tenerla entre mis brazos. Un día hace muchos años atrás le dije que dónde hubo fuego cenizas quedan, a lo que ella respondió, ¡con una fuerte brisa las cenizas vuelan! Ya tengo dos años que dejé de insistir, uno va cambiando con el paso de los años. Pero siempre la recordaré como ese amor prohibido.
Aquí me encuentro yo sentado junto a mi ventana mirando hacia el horizonte hacia el horizonte tomándome un buen vino en su honor, recordando esas dos canciones que un dia me dedicó una de esas pocas veces que la veía, "Lo que no fue no será" de José José y "la gata bajo la lluvia" de Rocío Durcal, en cambio yo le dediqué "Titanic en español" autor desconocido, también la canción "Nunca te olvidaré" de Enrique Iglesias. No sé si ella me recuerda, como yo, aunque ya a estas alturas no importa, la edad nos cambia pero siempre la llevaré en mi alma. No entiendo porque me siento como atado a ella, esto se me convirtió en una obsesión.
She was of temperate character like her mother, very determined and firm.
After what happened I saw her many times, I wanted to approach her but I could not, she was with her friend who was now my new girlfriend,
In my house several of my brothers and mother were very upset with me with good reason. We also frequented almost the same places and the same friends. I watched her but she was totally indifferent to me, she had self-esteem. After some time she married a good man, they had their children and live happily until today. Some time later I also married her friend.
Despite being married I have always pursued her, even through social networks I have insisted, and I will continue to do so until I have her in my arms. One day many years ago I told her that where there was fire ashes remain, to which she replied, with a strong breeze the ashes fly! I have stopped insisting for two years now, one changes as the years go by. But I will always remember her as that forbidden love.
Here I am sitting by my window looking towards the horizon, drinking a good wine in her honor, remembering those two songs that one day she dedicated to me one of those few times I saw her, "Lo que no fue no será" by José José and "la gata bajo la lluvia" by Rocío Durcal, on the other hand I dedicated to her "Titanic en español" by an unknown author, also the song "Nunca te olvidaré" by Enrique Iglesias. I don't know if she remembers me, as I do, although at this point it doesn't matter, age changes us but I will always carry her in my soul. I don't understand why I feel tied to her, this has become an obsession.
pixabayAmigos lectores espero que les haya gustado esta historia, al igual que a mi. Muchas gracias por sus comentarios, les estaré leyendo.
Dear readers, I hope you liked this story as much as I did. Thank you very much for your comments, I will be reading
