La dama de la plaza // The lady of the square [ESP/ENG]

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Un domingo cualquiera, donde Carlos y Javier eran dos jóvenes aventureros amantes de la fotografía y del arte en dibujar, los más enigmáticos era iglesias, casa antigua, plaza, ya que para ellos todo guarda una historia, pero no sabía que ello vivirían una historia de nunca olvidar. Para ese domingo tan solo a las diez de la mañana empezaba su travesía para fotografiar y dibujar, ya que para ello su sueño era mostrar su galería de su originalidad.


Carlos ¿Que haremos este domingo mi hermano Javier?

Javier ¡Bueno había pensado que fuéramos para iglesia de aquí, del pueblo de San Grabiel¡

Carlos ¡Me parece bien, también quiero ir para plaza en la anochecer¡

Javier ¿Cómo así, pero esa hora no hay nadie en la plaza?

Carlos ¡Eso lo hace más interesante¡

Estos dos grandes amigos amantes de arte y la fotografía, comenzaron sus travesías, caminaron y tomaron varia fotos sobre los camino viejo del pueblo, hasta llegar por fin a la iglesia, tocaron la puerta de la iglesia y los atendió el padre Guillermo, donde le dio un poco de jugo, les conto que esa iglesia guardaba gran historia, ya que había sido construida desde el siglo XVII, los jóvenes tomaron muchas fotos y Carlos dibujo una cruz de plata del Altar de la iglesia. Fue un rato fantástico, el padre les contó sus historias más antiguas, hasta que llegó el momento de dar la misa del Domingo.


Carlos ¡Ahora vamos comer¡

Javier ¡ok¡

Luego de un reposo de comer bastante Carlos y Javier, estaban en el cuarto de Carlos, solo pensaba de ir a la plaza en la noche.

Javier ¡Estar seguro de ir para la plaza¡

Carlos ¡Si Javier quiero vivir esa experiencia¡

Llego en momento de la noche, ya era las nuevas de la noche fría, todo el pueblo quedo bajo la sombra de la noche, algunos lugares abiertos, pero la soledad nocturna persiste, hasta que llegaron a la plaza, tenía un aspecto colonia, los asientos eran de bloque de barro muy pintoresco, había varios árboles frutales de durazno y manzanas, tenía un puente que divide la plaza con una forma de arco también hecho con ladrillo de barro, lo único que iluminación era muy baja no se podía ver bien de noche.


Los jóvenes se casaron de tomar mucha foto del lugar, se le acercó un señor anciano, advirtiéndole que se fueran a su casa, era muy de noche, hasta ese momento en el puente aparece una radiante mujer con un vestido azul suave, con un cabello marrón ella era mujer blanca muy delicada, los jóvenes quedaron impresionado.

Carlos ¡Eres de por aquí¡

La Dama ¡Si desde hace mucho tiempo, me llamo Estefanía¡

Javier no decía ni una palabra tomo mucha foto de la dama sobre el puente, solo se escuchaba un canto con una tonada muy baja de esa mujer hermosa, pero que cautivaba quien la escuchaba, estos jóvenes estuvieron un rato conversando con esta extraña dama, Carlos la logro dibujarla y ella muy tranquila, hasta que en la madrugada canto el gallo y la misteriosa mujer se fue hasta que desapareció.

Los jóvenes se asustaron por el hecho ocurrido, pero ya estaba saliendo el sol, bueno se fueron a la casa de Carlos, al momento de compartir el desayuno en la casa de Carlos, le conto a sus padre de lo sucedido y le muestra el dedujo, padre de él se sorprende porque, le dice que esa mujer desaprecio hace mucho tiempo en la época de la colonial del pueblo, nunca la encontraron, que gran historia tenía los jóvenes.

Javier ¡Carlos mira las fotos no esta la mujer solo una gran luz sobre el puente¡

Carlos ¡Es imposible¡

Javier ¡Pero lo es Carlos¡

Los más misteriosos que los jóvenes tenia evidencia solo era el dibujo de la dama del puente, porque ninguna foto salía, tan solo una gran luz, de esa gran experiencia, al siguiente día Carlos por la Mañana vuelve a ver su dibujo, pero había algo distinto en su dibujo, que lo asusto todo y se lo mostro a su papa, el cual tenía una nota la final de este: “Nos vemos el Domingo siguiente Estefanía”.


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On any given Sunday, where Carlos and Javier were two young adventurous lovers of photography and art in drawing, the most enigmatic were churches, old house, square, because for them everything keeps a story, but did not know that it would live a story never to forget. For that Sunday only at ten o'clock in the morning he began his journey to photograph and draw, since his dream was to show his gallery of his originality.


Carlos ¿What are we going to do this Sunday my brother Javier?

Javier ¡Well, I had thought that we would go to the church here, in the town of San Grabiel!

Carlos ¡That's fine with me, I also want to go to the square in the evening!

Javier ¿What do you mean, but there's nobody in the square at that time?

Carlos ¡That makes it more interesting!

These two great friends, lovers of art and photography, began their journey, they walked and took several photos on the old roads of the town, until they finally arrived at the church, they knocked on the door of the church and were attended by Father Guillermo, where he gave them some juice, he told them that the church kept great history, since it had been built since the seventeenth century, the young people took many photos and Carlos drew a silver cross of the Altar of the church. It was a fantastic time, the father told them his oldest stories, until it was time to give the Sunday mass.

Carlos ¡Now let's eat!

Javier ¡ok!

After a long lunch break, Carlos and Javier were in Carlos' room, just thinking about going to the plaza at night.

Javier ¡Be sure to go to the plaza!

Carlos ¡Yes, Javier, I want to live that experience!

The whole town was under the shadow of the night, some places were open, but the night solitude persisted, until they arrived at the square, it had a colony aspect, the seats were made of mud block very picturesque, there were several fruit trees of peaches and apples, it had a bridge that divided the square with an arch shape also made with mud brick, the only thing was that the lighting was very low, it was not possible to see well at night.

The young people got married to take a lot of picture of the place, an old man approached him, warning him to go home, it was very dark, until that moment on the bridge appears a radiant woman with a soft blue dress, with brown hair, she was a very delicate white woman, the young people were impressed.

Carlos ¿Are you from around here?

The lady ¡Yes, for a long time, my name is Estefania!

Javier did not say a word, he took a lot of picture of the lady on the bridge, he only heard a song with a very low tone of that beautiful woman, but that captivated who listened to her, these young people were a while talking with this strange lady, Carlos was able to draw her and she was very quiet, until at dawn the rooster crowed and the mysterious woman left until she disappeared.

The young people were frightened by the event, but the sun was already rising, well they went to Carlos' house, at the time of sharing breakfast at Carlos' house, he told his father what happened and showed him the deduction, his father was surprised because he told him that the woman disappeared long ago at the time of the colonial town, she was never found, what a great story had the young people.

Javier ¡Carlos, look at the photos, there is no woman, only a big light on the bridge!

Carlos ¡It's impossible!

Javier ¡But it is Carlos!

The most mysterious that the young people had evidence of was only the drawing of the lady of the bridge, because no photo came out, only a great light, of that great experience, the next day Carlos saw his drawing again in the morning, but there was something different in his drawing, that scared him and he showed it to his father, who had a note at the end of it: "See you next Sunday Estefania".

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Wow! No woman in the photo? That means Estefania was a strange being

Thank you for writing in The Ink Well and for sharing the original language version of your story alongside the English translation. Your story of Carlos and Javier feels a little like a journal entry describing what the two young men did during that day rather than an actual story. It seems that they had an enjoyable time but the story could do with some more development.

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