miércoles, 25 de agosto de 2010

Una pequeña historia londinense...

    En primer lugar, me gustaría pedir disculpas a todo aquel que lea esta entrada y no sepa Inglés... ya que no he considerado traducirlo debajo a nuestro idioma.
    ¿Por qué esta en Inglés? Fácil, adoro ese idioma al igual que me encantan otros tantos y siempre he querido escribir alguna historia en Inglés, además de que quería comenzar esta nueva "temporada", como me atrevo a llamarla, con algo un poco más especial.
    Profundizando un poco en la historia, trás haberme disculpado, solo comentar que no tiene título, o mejor dicho, no tiene un título apropiado... la escribí una madrugada de Enero de este mismo año, y la publiqué la noche del día siguiente, y que, como la mayoría de mis textos, es una historia de amor que probablemente gustará a más de uno. Para terminar, tán sólo comentar que son bienvenidas todas las críticas, de este o cualquier texto, y que para este en particular, si alguien observa algún fallo, estaría agradecido en que me lo comunicaran. Gracias.


lalalala. Jan 22 at 22:37

    We both were taking a walk together in Hyde Park that afternoon. Everything was going perfect, the day was dying with the sunset shining in her pretty brown eyes... Wow I'm like hypnotized by them... but, anyway... the best part of that was... that I was walking next to her...


    I looked her, she was smiling, but... I could see it clearly... she didn't seem happy. Undoubtedly, something was wrong and I knew what was the matter quickly. We had discussed it lots of times before, but I couldn't resist the temptation to tell her again what was on my mind...

    -Hey darling- I said- Take a look! We're in London! I know... it's not the city of love, that one is Paris, but I don't care at all! Actually, I don't care absolutely anything, but just two little things which are being with you all my life long, and making you happy, just that you were everyday happier than the day before... I don't care about money... if I have to live under a bridge someday, I will! and... if I seem sad doing that, be sure it's because of you... Because you should live all your life in the best of all the England's castles, not under a smelly bridge! Dear... you know what I'm trying to say you... at least... I think you know... I've tried to said that so many times before... and I've never been able to do it as well as I wanted... I don't want to spoil it all... On the other hand, as you know, I've not got a job yet, and though I'm looking for it desperately... I can just offer you an uncertain future... anyway, if you stand by me... I won´t disappoint you... I promise... Because I can say to you that two magic words in eight languages... but I prefer showing it to you my way-