1872, somewhere in Cordillera, post War of the Triple Alliance.
(this text is just a "moment" in history that an entire round in my head for several years, set during the War of the Triple Alliance, a sort of "Gone With the Wind" but in Paraguay, in this difficult time ... is only a "patch", written by the 21/08/2007, of what these characters - the European and Paraguayan it - would live in if they were written as they should ... I guess some day)
She was standing in the cold distant gaze through the window pane, where you could see the green grass that opened in front intermittent wet from the rain, giving the environment dye peaceful and sad.
heard footsteps around her and Fritz acknowledged that he approached, from the classroom desk. His appearance was paused, as if he had already been watching a while ago.
She smiled slightly, but returned to lay his eyes on the glass, as if trying to gather strength before saying what the situation in which he was forced to say. Fritz
read in the eyes of women, in that quick glance, hidden between lightness the smile, a decision made as much effort and that are sure to cause pain to one of the two, or perhaps both.
obedience to your intuition, it remained a few steps, watching his chest felt stirred by the soft silk blouse, her face, crossed by the deep scar that had managed to get the sublime beauty that characterized, overcast by a sad countenance.
were few moments of silence, in which both were driven through his own thoughts, until he was cut by the voice of Camilla
- I have to stay .... I can not return to London with you ... -
atrevíaa She did not look at Fritz, and he knew that his deep blue eyes, would cast doubt on his decision.
silence followed, until finally she looked up and saw how he was looking down to the ground and weighing the words I had heard.
- already ... I thought so - was his answer without looking up.
Camila was watching, hoping to continue talking:
- ... was something that needed to happen ... - he paused to lift the face stare - ... I can not either stay .-
She could not help but feel a twinge of pain in his chest, as in the bottom of his heart had a slight hope that he agrees to stay in Asuncion . Camila
dared not approach him, despite the overwhelming desire I had to hug him with all his might.
- not fair ... - she finally said, his voice quivering a mild spell - having to choose between the two things I love most ... you have no idea how difficult it is for me. -
- I know your feelings - he said with his characteristic calm - and you know mine ... we lived together experiences nobody can arrebatárnoslas ... -
She slowly approached him and took his hands in hers. Trying to say something but could not, nor atrevíaa look at his face.
- If this must be done, we do it ... - he continued, wiping the tears that streaked the face of Camille.
stayed together for a while, the two heads close to each other and with eyes closed and still holding hands, as if that moment is frozen in time. The separation cum saw was long, difficult and probably forever.
- We have a few days then Camila said ...- without moving, but he responded and his words understood by looking at it.
it was removed in a gentlemanly gesture offered his hand, which she said, handing him his, and being led up the stairs leading to the upper rooms of the house.
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