Proyecto final. Maldito viento
Maldito viento
Damned wind
Entonces te vas… murmuró la mujer, resignada. Sin atreverse a pensar mas alla de las palabras, sin meterse aun en ese tunel de sombras que abre en el tiempo la palabra ausencia, y en el que él se tiraría ciegamente, sin importarle nada.
“So you’re leaving…” muttered the woman, without hope of changing his mind, not even thinking beyond the words,
without yet entering that shadowy tunnel the word absence opens in time, in which he would throw himself blindly
without caring.
No quiso llorar en su presencia. No seria digno de una Buena mujer estorbar con lagrimas una decision de su marido. Sintiendose repentinamente mas fatigada que nunca, se levanto y se alejo hacia la puerta.
She didn’t want him to see her crying. It is not honorable for a good wife to interfere in her husband’s decision by grieving or mourning. With a great feeling of tiredness, she stood up and walked to the door.
La noche era otra vez brillante. Mil alfileres de oro brillaban en el cielo y se clavaban en su pena. Una Brisa leve movia las hojas de los marchitos platanos y los cocoteros, y levantaba el agradable tufillo de la hierbabuena y al albahaca.
The night was bright again. Thousands of golden and pointed flakes brightened up in the sky and pierced her heart. A light breeze blew and rocked the wilted leaves of the plantain and coconut trees and raised a pleasant aroma of mint and basil.