La Novicia (Esp/ Eng)

Rose, desde muy pequeña había sido muy modesta, humilde, cariñosa, alegre y muy curiosa. Proveniente de una familia muy pobre, gente del campo acostumbrados a la vida sencilla, a la agricultura y a lidiar con los animales. Las mujeres de su familia, ya en sus primeros años de juventud apenas adolescentes, eran destinadas a casarse, a ser prometidas a un buen partido a conveniencia de las familias.

En sus tiempos, sin una buena dote , su familia tenia que aceptar la propuesta de cualquier hombre, si querían casarla con alguien que se hiciera cargo de ella, pues ya tenían bastantes hijas, suficiente carga, pues los hijos varones eran de mas provecho. A Rose, la pretendía el viejo tendero de su pueblo, hombre repugnante, pues no era muy dado al baño ni al aseo diario, siempre que llegaba, su olor llegaba antes que el.

Era un hombre, aparte de mala bebida, sus escándalos eran ya conocidos por toda la comarca. Rose, con apenas 15 años, ya en una edad casadera, había logrado postergar ese temido momento de que la prometieran a alguien, ocultamente, sus deseos eran otros, ella quería conocer el amor por si misma, quería saber que significaba amar a un joven, como le contaban sus amigas a escondidas, lo de los besos y los abrazos.

Un día llegando del campo, de ordeñar a las vacas, sus padres le estaban esperando, con una visita inesperada, era aquel hombre asqueroso, que tanto asco y temor le producía. Sus padres le informaron, que el venia a pedir su mano y que tenia para darles una respuesta para el día siguiente, como mínimo. Rose, no pudo dormir, pensando como hacer para deshacerse de ese compromiso obligado.

Al amanecer, se fue a sus labores al campo, sabiendo que en la tarde la esperarían sus padres y ese hombre con una respuesta. No tendría escapatoria, si no se les adelantaba antes..., pero ya Rose, les tenia una respuesta. Al llegar, ya la esperaban impacientes. Se sentó y les dijo que ella había decidido ser monja y que ya había hablado con el cura del pueblo, para que hiciera la solicitud al convento mas lejano que pudiera.

Rose, sabia que sus padres no podían negarle, ese derecho, pues ya el cura estaba al tanto y ellos no eran quien, para quitarle un alma devota a Dios. Aquel hombre se fue maldiciendo a la familia y gritando improperios, los padres de Rose, estaban muy enojados, ya que esperaban los beneficios al estar emparentados con el tendero del pueblo y ahora se habían quedado con sus esperanzas desechas.

Pronto Rose se fue al convento, de una vez, las hermanitas la recibieron, le quitaron sus ropas de forastera y le dieron su habito blanco de novicia, mientras se preparaba para sus votos, le dieron una pequeña celda con una cama estrecha, junto a una ventanita, una silla de madera y una cruz, junto a un pequeño baño eso era todo en la modesta estancia.

En el día, la ocupaban en el huerto, a veces en la cocina, por las noches luego de la cena y oraciones, todas debían retirarse a sus celdas a dormir. En un principio se oían pisadas lejanas, quejidos, ruidos, pero no se atrevía a salir, tenia muy claro que seria castigada si lo hacia. Entonces se quedaba dormida oyendo. Una noche entre sueños, empezó a soñar con un joven hermoso, alto viril, de hermosos ojos negros, que la abrazaba y besaba. Despertó muy sorprendida y tocándose los labios, podía jurar que le ardían.

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En las próximas noches, siguió "soñando" con su joven enamorado, lo curioso, era que cada vez sus sueños se sentían mas reales. No se atrevía a decirle a nadie, por que no quería que pensaran que estaba loca y la echaran a la calle o peor la devolvieran con su familia y aquel horrible hombre. Rose nunca había sido tocada por hombre alguno y esos sueños se le hacían muy raros y a la vez tan excitantes, poco a poco se fue acostumbrando a ellos tanto que a veces, pensaba que estaba soñando despierta.

Rose, se volvió muy taciturna, casi no hablaba, solo esperaba que llegara las noches para irse corriendo a su celda, para esperar a su bello amante. Cada encuentro era mas intenso, mas fuerte, podía jurar, que sentía los besos de ese bello hombre por todos lados, ya ella los esperaba, no le importaba si le dolía a veces dolían, pues a la vez era tan liberador y embriagante, que bien valía la pena. Con los dias, empezó a salirle moretones, por cuello, senos, piernas. Pero ella los tapaba con el habito.

Una noche una de las monjas supervisoras paso cerca de su celda y pudo escuchar perfectamente como si ella jadeara y a la vez hablara con un hombre. Inmediatamente, dio aviso a la madre superiora y abrieron la celda sin aviso, pensando que abría logrado colarse algún hombre en esos santos recintos. La consiguieron a ella totalmente desnuda en el baño, apenas consciente murmurando palabras de amor a alguien, pero allí no había nadie.

En ese momento, las monjas pudieron observar esos grandes moretones y la gran delgadez, que el habito había estado tapando. Ellas pensaban, cuando la vieron un poco delgada en un inicio, que era muy devota y seguro estaría ayunando, pero no se habían percatado de su verdadero estado. La madre superiora decidió que las monjitas la cuidarían, por guardias, temían que atentara contra su vida en tan lamentable estado, Rose, solo balbuceaba locuras como, "Ven a mi, no me dejes, vuelve". Esto las ponía muy nerviosas, pero instrucciones, eran instrucciones.

Esa noche, Rose pareció recobrar un poco el sentido, le volvieron los colores al rostro y le pidió a la que la cuidaba, la dejara bañarse en privado. La monja al verla tan animada, le dijo que estaba bien y fue mientras a buscarle algo de comer, dejándola sola. Rose inmediatamente se encerró en el baño y empezó a llamar a su misterioso amante, que volviera a amarla de nuevo y el llegó pero esta vez, ella no solamente lo pudo sentir, si no que lo vio completamente.

El le dijo por vez primera en voz audible, "¿Sabes que si estoy contigo de nuevo vas a perder la vida?", Rose le dijo: "¡No me importa quiero ser Tuya, así se me vaya la vida!", este ser, con infinita ternura empezó a besarla suavemente, a sumergirla en una vorágines de caricias y luego en un comienzo con leves embestidas, hasta que Rose, sintió llegar al éxtasi, en ese momento, sintió como su alma flotaba, fuera de su cuerpo y por fin pudo conocer el amor, como lo soñó, solo que ya no en su cuerpo.

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English

Rose, from a very young age, had been very modest, humble, loving, cheerful and very curious. She came from a very poor family, country people accustomed to a simple life, to farming and to dealing with animals. The women of her family, already in their early years of youth, barely teenagers, were destined to marry, to be betrothed to a good match at the convenience of the families.

In her time, without a good dowry, her family had to accept the proposal of any man, if they wanted to marry her to someone who would take care of her, because they already had enough daughters, enough of a burden, since sons were more profitable. Rose was wanted by the old grocer of her village, a disgusting man, because he was not very given to bathing or daily cleanliness, whenever he arrived, his smell came before him.

He was a man, besides bad drink, his scandals were already known throughout the county. Rose, with barely 15 years old, already at a marriageable age, had managed to postpone that dreaded moment of being promised to someone, hidden, her desires were others, she wanted to know love by herself, she wanted to know what it meant to love a young man, as her friends told her secretly, about the kisses and hugs.

One day when she came home from milking the cows, her parents were waiting for her with an unexpected visit, it was that disgusting man, who disgusted and frightened her so much. Her parents informed her that he was coming to ask for her hand and that he had to give them an answer by the next day, at least. Rose could not sleep, thinking about how to get rid of this forced engagement.

At dawn, she went to work in the fields, knowing that in the afternoon her parents and the man would be waiting for her with an answer. She would have no escape, if she did not get ahead of them before..., but Rose already had an answer for them. When she arrived, they were already impatiently waiting for her. She sat down and told them that she had decided to become a nun and that she had already spoken to the village priest so that she could apply to the farthest convent she could.

Rose knew that her parents could not deny her that right, since the priest was already aware of it and they were not the ones to take away a soul devoted to God. That man left cursing the family and shouting expletives, Rose's parents were very angry, since they were expecting the benefits of being related to the town's grocer and now they were left with their hopes dashed.

Soon Rose went to the convent, at once, the little sisters received her, took off her stranger's clothes and gave her her white novice's habit, while she prepared for her vows, gave her a small cell with a narrow bed, next to a small window, a wooden chair and a cross, next to a small bathroom, that was all in the modest room.

During the day, they occupied it in the garden, sometimes in the kitchen, in the evenings after supper and prayers, they all had to retire to their cells to sleep. At first she heard distant footsteps, groans, noises, but she did not dare to go out, she knew very clearly that she would be punished if she did. So she would fall asleep listening. One night between dreams, she began to dream of a beautiful young man, tall and virile, with beautiful black eyes, who embraced and kissed her. She woke up very surprised and touching her lips, she could swear they were burning.

In the following nights, she continued to "dream" of her young lover, the curious thing was that each time her dreams felt more real. She didn't dare tell anyone, because she didn't want them to think she was crazy and throw her out on the street or worse, send her back to her family and that horrible man. Rose had never been touched by any man and those dreams were very strange and at the same time so exciting, little by little she got used to them so much that sometimes she thought she was daydreaming.

Rose, became very taciturn, she hardly spoke, she only waited for the nights to come to go running to her cell, to wait for her beautiful lover. Each encounter was more intense, stronger, she could swear, she felt the kisses of that beautiful man everywhere, she was already waiting for them, she didn't care if it hurt, sometimes they hurt, because at the same time it was so liberating and intoxicating, that it was well worth it. As the days went by, she began to get bruises, on her neck, breasts, legs. But she covered them with the habit.

One night one of the supervising nuns passed near her cell and could hear perfectly well as if she was panting and at the same time talking to a man. Immediately, she gave notice to the mother superior and they opened the cell without warning, thinking that some man had managed to sneak into those holy precincts. They found her totally naked in the bathroom, barely conscious, murmuring words of love to someone, but there was no one there.

At that moment, the nuns were able to observe those big bruises and the great thinness, which the habit had been covering. They thought, when they saw her a little thin at the beginning, that she was very devout and surely she was fasting, but they had not realized her true condition. The mother superior decided that the little nuns would take care of her, for guards, they feared that she would make an attempt on her life in such a pitiful state, Rose, only babbled crazy things like, "Come to me, don't leave me, come back". This made them very nervous, but instructions were instructions.

That night, Rose seemed to come to her senses a little, the colors returned to her face and she asked her caregiver to let her bathe in private. The nun, seeing her so cheerful, told her she was fine and went to get her something to eat, leaving her alone. Rose immediately locked herself in the bathroom and began to call out to her mysterious lover to love her again, and he came, but this time she could not only feel him, she could see him completely.

He said for the first time in an audible voice, "Do you know that if I am with you again you will lose your life", Rose said: "I don't care I want to be yours, even if my life is gone! "This being, with infinite tenderness began to kiss her softly, to submerge her in a whirlpool of caresses and then at first with light thrusts, until Rose felt herself reaching ecstasy, at that moment, she felt her soul float out of her body and she could finally know love, as she dreamed it, only no longer in her body.