Says the legend, that long time ago in this place, a rose born very green and with a lot of force. All plants around saw her and the envy rotted his souls: One tried to grow enormously to do shade to her; another tried to drown her roots. Then, that’s rose began to feel hate, and she killed all the plants that tried to end her soul.
Long time later, a man in love decided to build in this place his home. He was married with his loving Margareth, who wanted to kill the rose. The war exploited, and the lord of those lands clamed the presence of the owner of this house. James was his name, and encouraged by his wife, he decided to leave his home and going towards the war.
He fought for his life and fought for his love; for his supposed love… two years later, the winter comes to his life when he comes to his home. Margareth had a little child, but his father was the Lord. She had cheated his husband; she would have wanted that James had died in the war, to be forever with the Lord.
With a Knife, she did something terrible; the same thing who did time latter her also supposed love: she killed James, but then, she died by the hands of her dear, the Lord. “Did you ever think I’m with you for love? No, I don’t; this precious house is the reason of all. That’s the place where I would like to live forever” – Said the lord, minutes after the both murders.
Minutes after he also died; something unnatural from the own house decided to end his life. The shade of James; the shade of a rose…
Daniel Villanueva
1 comentario:
Hola Dani :)
Qué bonito el cuento, y mira que me ha costado leerlo sobre negro.. Pensé que no iba a entender mucho pero no ha sido así :)
Gracias por compartirlo :)
Un beso muy grande :)
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