¡Saludos amigos!
Siempre es un placer participar en el proyecto Freewrite de @mariannewest y su versión en español Spanish Freewrite dirigido por @latino.romano, un espacio que nos invita a crear y disfrutar del mágico mundo de la escritura.
Luchador por la libertad..
Esa mañana Elisa salió muy temprano, con el alma en vilo, angustiada por su abuela quien se encontraba en delicado estado de salud y ella debía llegar a la ciudad para estar a su lado. Luego de caminar por largas horas para salir del campo donde vivía, tomó el bus que la llevaría a su destino. En el trayecto su mente no podía escapar de la angustia de saber a su abuela tan frágil, sucumbiendo a los destinos de la muerte.
Muchos recuerdos se apoderaron de su ser, tantas vivencias compartidas, la niñez más feliz vivida con la complicidad de la abuela, sin poderlo evitar, sus ojos se inundaron de lágrimas y una gran tristeza invadió su ser.
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Sin embargo su recorrido fue intempestivamente interrumpido, de pronto Elisa se encontró en medio de la multitud que gritaba y corría en diversas direcciones, sin comprender lo que sucedía a su alrededor, el tráfico totalmente paralizado imposibilitaba avance alguno. Ella se encontraba desconcertada y sin posibilidad de llegar a su destino.
El caos se apoderó del país, el pueblo sumido en la miseria alzó su voz para liberarse para siempre de un gobierno opresor, un pueblo luchador por la libertad, por el rescate de sus sueños, de su gentilicio.
Muchos entregaron su vida por la libertad, ese día quedó grabado para siempre en la memoria del pueblo, así como en Elsa el recuerdo de su abuela le acompañará eternamente, en ese extraño contraste que la aturde, entre la tristeza y la libertad.
La Vida es Arte...
Gracias por leerme. Nos encontraremos en el próximo post de @dorada
Traducción: deepl translate
English Versión
Greetings friends!
It's always a pleasure to participate in @mariannewest's Freewrite project and its Spanish version Spanish Freewrite run by @latino.romano, a space that invites us to create and enjoy the magical world of writing.
Freedom fighter...
That morning Elisa left very early, with her soul on edge, anguished for her grandmother who was in a delicate state of health and she had to get to the city to be by her side. After walking for long hours to leave the countryside where she lived, she took the bus that would take her to her destination. On the way, her mind could not escape the anguish of knowing that her grandmother was so fragile, succumbing to the fate of death.
Many memories took over her being, so many shared experiences, the happiest childhood lived with the complicity of her grandmother, without being able to avoid it, her eyes were flooded with tears and a great sadness invaded her being.
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However, her journey was untimely interrupted, suddenly Elisa found herself in the middle of the crowd that was shouting and running in different directions, without understanding what was happening around her, the traffic was totally paralyzed, making any progress impossible. She was bewildered and had no way to reach her destination.
Chaos took over the country, the people submerged in misery raised their voices to free themselves forever from an oppressive government, a people fighting for freedom, for the rescue of their dreams, of their people.
Many gave their lives for freedom, that day was engraved forever in the memory of the people, just as in Elsa the memory of her grandmother will accompany her forever, in that strange contrast that stuns her, between sadness and freedom.
Life is Art...
Thanks for reading me. See you in @dorada's next post.
Translation: deepl translate
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