lunes, 18 de mayo de 2015

Prologue, The Prince of Bórdovar.

Superando ya las cinco mil visitas, wow!!! muchas gracias a todos lo que pasan por acá y en agradecimiento (y porque siguen a la espera) les comparto el prólogo del primer libro en inglés.

Thank you so much for the visit and for the acknowledgment, in this post I give to you the prologue of the first book "The Prince of Bórdovar" thank for this five thousand visits in the blog, please enjoy  this beginning.



Prologue 
Someone was approaching with a determined step to a room.
The touches on a door rang out. The barking of a dog is rushed to answer.
“Come in” a deep voice said as he caressed the dog.
An impeccable and seriously butler made his entrance. He leaned making the proper reverence and he added:
“The ship is coming your highness. The coachman was to search already.”
The silence covers for a moment. Indifferent to the words, the man continue yet in his work. Sitting at his desk, he write in his diary with a fine fountain pen of silver and gold. His soft and fine hands, draw on paper beautiful calligraphy.
“That’s good” he replied without showing interest.
"Do you want to do something special?” asked the butler.
“Nothing" answered dryly.
“But...”
“For now I do not want to do anything" said firmly "leave me alone"
“As you wish, your highness.”  Responded the sad butler bowing his head, leaning again and leaving the room.
Closing the door behind him, in the mind and the heart  of the butler, the impotence silenced him. In his melancholy and lonely life, accompanied him only a melody, the melody that reminded him of what he once he loved. "Pavane for a dead princess" from Ravel was all that in their loneliness he murmured, something that he made back in the  time for a moment. At the time of his youth, where he had been happy.
After the visit of the butler, the prince could not continue writing. The "Gymnopedie No 1" from Satie sounded for himself, showing his mood. He put to one side pen and stood up in the direction of window. His bearing was straight, and his step firm. He put his hands  backward as he watched the horizon. He's breathing gently trying to contain the air which lets out slowly. Now already he was not sure and doubt about his decision. In his mind many things happened and the bases its tranquility began to shake. He had been indifferent to all women's and she would not be privileged to get their attention. He had not felt none by one and she would not be the exception. He was too haughty and proud. And that was his decision.
No one, no a state matter was taking him far away his peace like her.
He did not know her, neither wanted to do it. For the first time began to question himself, for the first time was beginning to feel nervous. For the first time he felt a series of strange and unknown emotions. And for the first time, he began to hate himself for that.




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