VII
"And the bloody poppies
and among birds, vibrant
Puck with jewels and beads will
of diamonds. "
(Rubén Darío:" New Year's Verses ")
Augusta Twenty years together, as all the celebrations of the Beloved, but the whole family additions, as some of the brothers had married and had their own offspring. But this did not prevent each family who attended their food sources and native Arabs, in a mix that far from being explosive, resulted in true delights. The same happened with wine, tea, spices and tea mid-afternoon.
The table was chaired by Mrs. Victoria, undisputed head of such FAMILION, not because they take the lead, but because it was responsible for its many members. No one was familiar with their history or their age, sometimes incompatible with the succession of generations, and she did nothing to dispel the doubts of the past who apparently had decided to bury.
The people had spoken enough, it was said that Victoria, while still very young, was married by a Saudi-born man with whom she had two boys and a girl twins. Fate had it that at nine years one of the twins died accidentally at the hands of his brother, in an innocent yet dangerous game, it was said that around a bonfire which they had kindled in fondos de la casa en ausencia de sus padres, simulando ser enemigos enzarzados en una pelea, uno de ellos empujó al otro sobre el fuego. Pese a los cuidados recibidos, luego de semanas de agonía, el niño falleció. Victoria, doblegada por el dolor, se refugió en una soledad inquebrantable, de la que únicamente salió después de la muerte de su esposo, siendo los hijos ya adolescentes.
En el paraje de Los Olivos se murmuraba que el árabe había trasmitido ciertos poderes relacionados con el ocultismo al mellizo sobreviviente. Se decía que doña Victoria descubrió el asunto por una casualidad increíble, que tal descubrimiento la horrorizó y que su esposo jamás la perdonó. La muerte de don Yamil Amado elevó esa habladuría al rango de leyenda; ya nadie se preguntaba acerca de su certeza, simplemente, se repetía y pasaba de boca en boca en toda reunión que se promoviera por aquellos parajes sureños. Pero nunca quedó explícito de qué se trató exactamente la esotérica herencia que, de existir, debió ser de suma gravedad; al punto que la misma Victoria, cuando se tocaba el tema lo negaba enérgicamente, no pudiendo evitar sin embargo que su mirada se enlutara y congelara como el acero, tornándose infinitas la violencia y la zozobra que aleteaban en sus pupilas. Pero ello ocurría contadas veces y pasó asimismo a integrar parte de una historia jamás comprobada. And even many old memories argued that it was not the same Victoria, because those events had taken place for over a century ago.
The truth is that over time Vitoria joined a local man called Antonio who was reportedly very happy, yet refusing to marry him, having never giving reasons for refusal. From this union were born five children, three boys and two girls.
was Antonio who took care of extending the house, which then acted as fresh and fragrant grandmother in the summer naps, as well as maternal cover in tales of endless winter heat home.
family is so beloved, as was known locally, was made by Victoria-then widow of Antonio, and her seven children, none of them out to clarify what union came each, as if an unspoken saved about irrevocable covenant.
On the feast of the twentieth anniversary of Augusta, granddaughter of Victoria, Angela was radiant. His madness of the past had given way to an elusive sense, but increasingly assertive in its coexistence with the first.
So Angela, leaving the sweet preparations sat next to her daughter, giving birth to a wonderful lunch in the joy of meeting and the chirping of birds predicted a memorable holiday. The weather helped, was a splendid afternoon and lay on the patio table gleaming with white tablecloths and jasmine in the sun.
the time they served dessert, a surprise waiting for the honoree. Someone had hired a magician to close the celebration with a grand finale. But it was a well kept secret, so almost everyone was surprised to see the arrival of a stranger armed with a heavy briefcase and impeccable shirt and black pants.
The magician was presented with total education, said body very loose his name was Harun-Al - Rashid and hence came from the more traditional oriental filigree of the very Baghdad, which succeeded in making all present laugh and break the thick atmosphere of surprise with which it was received.
mainly ladies, soon fell under the spell of a magician, I thank both of his tricks, but his appearance and carrying a big attraction, with more than a glib and intentioned looks brazenly sought to seduce. On the other hand, if one stopped to watch, really his features were compatible with the Arabic, beyond the joke worn with his alleged legendary name. For the boys found it fun, his tricks were really cool, man was able to bring the pace of the show skillfully, introduced between acts a hilarious storyline, engaging the public and proposing original riddles with much ease and people skills.
At one point requested the presence of Augusta, as a tribute. With impeccable elegance offered his hand curling his lips into a smile sensual and bold. Augusta felt a slight tremor in contact with your skin and looked for his mother. But Angela was in the kitchen, replenishing sources of strawberries and chocolates menthol, considering that the place was a magician, as he had been informed.
The magician held the hand of Augusta even though it had already been placed on the stage. Looking at her straight in the eye, walked into a morose caress her blonde hair to snowy curve of the ear, at which point pulled his fingers with a snap. Immediately, the brown palm of his hand gave a pure white dove with a blue rose at the peak that was offered up to her feet. This, disturbed and agitated, only managed to smile and look at the flamboyant artist entranced, as the audience burst into applause endless.
"Harun-Al-Raschid" made a gesture for silence and spoke.
-Augusta, today I am twenty years. You leave definitely adolescence to be a woman. You deserve a special present for both my part. You see, seven kinds of magic domino transmitted by my ancestors East. Today I will make an exception in my behavior and I will give you the power over a domain of such magic. Just one. Do you understand? master the magic, a kind of magic. And this does not support this refund or will be exhausted, but never with your life.
And muttering words in an unknown tongue, kissed Augusta hands and fingers, one by one, and then blowing on them, a mysterious rite was silence and amazement. I would even say that nature was stopped with amazement. Silent birds twittered, the sky darkened for a moment and imperceptible breeze gave way to an icy stream, so sudden and swift as a flash in the clear afternoon.
"It's my duty to warn - continued, "that while living in this house, under no circumstances should stay in the yard when storms unleash. You have to promise, because otherwise the magic will turn against you.
Augusta, surprised, agreed with a nod.
Looking up, the magician ran into the terrified eyes of Angela, who inadvertently dropped to the floor the glass bowl full of sweet holding. "No way! Can not be him. No, no. It's my head. No way. I could not look exactly like twenty years ago, "he reasoned Angela, terrified. Everything started to turn around, felt the ground was moving under his feet and erratic breathing abandoned. He collapsed on the snow-white tablecloth rampage glassware and silverware. All rushed her desperate. But the magician, displaying great serenity, space and demanded a glass of wine.
Strangely, it was instantly obeyed. Someone handed him the cup quickly retreating back.
with unusual sweetness, Lisio Angela took the lead over her mouth to pour a few drops of wine. Then covering with his body so that it could not be seen, kissed her lips slightly. Angela slowly regained consciousness and smiled, as he helped her up. Another light kiss and a knowing look sealed a meeting in secret. The crowd, which had lost half of what happened, he thought that was really in a true magician. "Haroun Al-Rashid" was revered as if it were the very Houdini. All it sought data, quotes, cards to locate him, but he argued that he was passing, as soon leave for the East.
All except Victoria, whose eyes had transmuted into two balls of steel, while third, in a fist, imprisoning her heart.
(continued)
Saturday April 10th (not April 3 as stated in the poster 
