La chica que deambula
En la fría penumbra de la noche, una chica de ojos verdes va caminando sin rumbo fijo, hace su recorrido habitual en medio de la pesada oscuridad buscando un lugar que le brinde cobijo mientras amanece.
Su atuendo andrajoso le abre paso ante la gente que observa su decadencia, nadie pregunta ni dice nada, solo se quitan del medio y la dejan pasar. La acompañan un tabaco humeante y un par de sandalias que descubren sus pies llenos de mugre y uñas negras, el pavimento no permite que estén limpios.
Al fin llega a su guarida, un lugar tenebroso desde fuera, muchos comentan el atroz crimen que dio fin a la vida de la madre de esta chica. El lugar es un edificio abandonado donde antes funcionaba una imprenta, solo quedan las viejas máquinas y los harapos de la joven propietaria del lugar.
La gente murmura que, en aquel espacio, esta chica segada por su enfermedad esquizofrénica, tomo la vida de su madre por sorpresa y saña. Nada pudo hacerse para salvarla, la herida era muy profunda y sus viseras expuestas, daban cuenta de la gravedad del daño.
En ese día fatídico, la policía se apersonó al lugar y viendo la escena tan aterradora, y la frívola mirada de la joven, quien no se inmutaba al ver el cadáver de su madre ensangrentada, la llevaron hasta un centro psiquiátrico donde pasaría años de su juventud, antes de escapar del recinto para volver a su hogar.
Ahora se le ve entrar y salir del edificio con una pesada cruz a cuestas, la enfermedad la traiciona y no tiene razón de ser ni de vivir. No existe un familiar que la ayude ni nadie que se atreva a estar cerca, pues la verdad es que, bajo esa mirada tierna y perdida que lanzan sus verdosos ojos, se esconde un ser sin escrúpulos.
De a ratos el hambre la lleva a pedir comida, los lugareños conocen su estado y a pesar de su crimen le brinda una mano amiga, desde pan, agua o algo más para comer, es lo que la chica recibe y la ayuda a mantearse con vida.
Cuando el día asoma sus primeros rayos de luz, ella comienza su habitual caminata por todo el sector, es como si algo le dijera que su deber es caminar, se sienta de a ratos y jalón por jalón, termina su tabaco y vuelve a caminar, dejando la estela maloliente que la caracteriza y que muestra lo escaso de su aseo.
Los niños temen de su presencia, evitan pasar por el lado de la acera donde ella transita, cuando la ven sentada cruzan sin dudarlo, todos le temen y ella a los demás también. Es evidente que su vida es triste y miserable, quien no lo será luego de matar a su madre.
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The girl who wanders
In the cold gloom of the night, a green-eyed girl is walking aimlessly, making her usual journey in the midst of the heavy darkness looking for a place to provide shelter while dawn breaks.
Her ragged attire opens her way before the people who observe her decadence, no one asks or says anything, they just get out of the way and let her pass. She is accompanied by a smoking tobacco and a pair of sandals that reveal her feet full of dirt and black nails, the pavement does not allow them to be clean.
Finally she arrives at her lair, a gloomy place from the outside, many comment on the heinous crime that ended the life of this girl's mother. The place is an abandoned building where a printing press used to operate, only the old machines and the rags of the young owner of the place remain.
People whisper that, in that space, this girl, mowed down by her schizophrenic illness, took her mother's life by surprise and viciousness. Nothing could be done to save her, the wound was very deep and her exposed visors showed the seriousness of the damage.
On that fateful day, the police came to the scene and seeing the terrifying scene and the frivolous look of the young woman, who did not flinch at the sight of her mother's bloody corpse, she was taken to a psychiatric center where she would spend years of her youth before escaping from the facility to return home.
Now she is seen going in and out of the building with a heavy cross on her back, the disease betrays her and she has no reason to be or to live. There is no family member to help her, nor anyone who dares to be near her, for the truth is that, under that tender and lost look in her green eyes, she hides an unscrupulous being.
From time to time the hunger leads her to ask for food, the locals know her condition and despite her crime, they offer her a helping hand, from bread, water or something else to eat, is what the girl receives and helps her to stay alive.
When the day shows its first rays of light, she begins her usual walk around the sector, it is as if something tells her that it is her duty to walk, she sits down at times and pull by pull, finishes her tobacco and walks again, leaving the smelly trail that characterizes her and that shows how poor her cleanliness is.
The children are afraid of her presence, they avoid passing by the sidewalk where she walks, when they see her sitting they cross without hesitation, everyone is afraid of her and she is afraid of others too. It is evident that her life is sad and miserable, who will not be sad and miserable after killing her mother.
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