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She was beautiful, with a big smile, her natural hair shone, a family that loved her, or so it seemed, she could buy anything she wanted, even the slightest whim. A free life where she attracted the man of her choice.
She was young and life was like riding a horse, galloping freely through bountiful meadows, where everything was given to her. Everything she took in her stride, everything she desired she got, because she was young and beautiful.
She believed that everything belonged to her, that she could take from another what she had. Without codes she navigated through life, because that's how she had learned it, or rather that's how she had been allowed to do it. Without learning, without the blows of life to teach her, in the absence of parents to guide her on her path. One was a permissive father and the other a strict and unloving mother, with a dark root in her birth.
Maria acted as if the world belonged to her, as if every step she took was her own, but what she didn't know was that life goes round and round. She believed that beauty and youth would be eternal and that she could always be the queen, that decisions or actions have no consequences or at least no bad consequences. But she was wrong.
Life passed for her without effort, wishing to obtain things without doing anything, that everything would come from heaven. As a child everything came to her on a silver platter and for Maria that was what life was all about. Sitting back and watching things come... but she was wrong. She thought that beauty and youth would last forever... and she was wrong.
Era hermosa, con una gran sonrisa, su cabello natural brillaba, una familia que la quería, o al menos eso parecía, podía comprar todo lo que deseara hasta el más mínimo capricho. Una vida libre donde atraía al hombre que elegía.
Era joven y la vida era como montar a caballo, galopando libremente por praderas abundantes, donde todo le era dado. Todo lo tomaba a su paso, todo lo que deseaba lo obtenía, porque era joven y bella.
Creía que todo le pertenecía, que podía quitar a otro lo que tenía. Sin códigos navegaba por la vida, porque así lo había aprendido o más bien así se lo habían permitido. Sin aprendizaje, sin golpes de la vida que enseñaran a falta de unos padres que en su caminar la guiaran. Padre permisivo uno y madre estricta y carente de amor hacia ella el otro, con una raíz oscura en su nacimiento.
María actuaba como si el mundo le perteneciera, como si cada paso que diera fuera la reina, pero lo que no sabía es que la vida da vueltas. Creía que la belleza y la juventud serían eternas y que siempre podría ser la reina, que las decisiones o acciones no tienen consecuencias o no al menos malas consecuencias. Pero se equivocó.
La vida pasó para ella sin esfuerzo, deseando obtener las cosas sin hacer nada, que todo llegara del cielo. De niña todo le llego servido en bandeja de plata y para María la vida era eso. Sentarse y ver como llegan las cosas… pero se equivocaba. Pensaba que la belleza y la juventud serían para siempre… y se equivocaba.
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Everything began to be heavy on her, the years were passing, and even the lustre of her hair, but still laziness was her law. Sitting down she waited for everything to come, everything she wanted. And when that didn't happen, she complained, until that complaint became her daily routine, but laziness didn't leave her.
Every day was bad, whether it was sunny, rainy, windy or winter. I always found her sitting and complaining. Everything was supposed to come magically. But the years passed, her youth faded, her beauty waned and the shine of her hair dulled.
She had it all, but she didn't know how to keep it, because sitting in a chair she couldn't maintain the empire that was slowly falling at her feet. But to stop sitting and act was not a possibility.
She began to look at those closest to her, who from the mud and the pit with effort were getting up, a life of sacrifice and work gave her the ropes to get out of the mire, but she only saw that they were getting better every day and her life in complaint remained.
All around her there were plenty of examples that showed that with action and intelligence things could be achieved and that every day happiness was attained, but she was drowning in laziness.
She dreamt of travelling, of finding paradisiacal beaches, she dreamt of the perfect man that her laziness and mistakes had discarded and every day her dreams were further away. Youth and beauty the laziness had spoiled.
But Maria believed that what happened to others was luck and that effort had nothing to do with it. She never valued them, the time, the company, the listening and the words, because complaint and laziness took hold of her.
And while she sat in a chair in her life, she saw the progress of her close family. Maybe it was luck, but she didn't ask or reason about it, and from them she never took an example.
Todo comenzó a serle pesado, los años se iban, y hasta el brillo de su cabello, pero aún así la pereza era su ley. Sentada esperaba todo llegara, todo lo que ella deseaba. Y cuando eso no pasaba la queja asomaba, hasta que esa queja fue su rutina del día a día, pero la pereza no abandonaba.
Todos los días eran malos, si había sol, si llovía, si había viento o si era invierno. Siempre la encontraba sentada y con la queja alzada. Todo debía llegar mágicamente. Pero los años pasaron, la juventud se fue perdiendo, la belleza menguando y el brillo de su cabello opacando.
Lo tenía todo, pero no supo mantenerlo, porque sentada en una silla no podía mantener el imperio que caía a sus pies lentamente. Pero dejar de estar sentada y actuar una posibilidad no era.
Comenzó a mirar a los más cercanos, que del barro y del pozo con esfuerzo se estaban levantando, una vida de sacrificio y trabajo le dieron las cuerdas para salir del fango, pero ella solo vio que mejor cada día estaban y su vida en la queja quedaba.
A su alrededor ejemplos sobraban, que mostraban que con acción e inteligencia las cosas se lograban y que cada día la dicha se alcanzaba, pero ella en la pereza se ahogaba.
Soñaba con viajar, con las playas paradisiacas encontrar, soñaba con el hombre perfecto que su pereza y errores había desecho y cada día sus sueños estaban más lejos. La juventud y la belleza la pereza había maltrecho.
Pero María creyó, que lo que le ocurría a los demás era suerte y que nada tenía que ver el esfuerzo. Jamás los valoró, el tiempo, la compañía, la escucha y las palabras, porque la queja y la pereza de ella se apoderaban.
Y mientras ella en una silla sentada en su vida se encontraba, veía el avance de su familia cercana. Quizá era suerte, pero eso no se lo preguntaba ni lo razonaba y de ellos ejemplo nunca tomaba.
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Until one day that family that loved her so much was able to change their lives and get out of the abyss they were in. It was not luck, but the consequence of the work they had done. But Maria did not relate to that.
This change of life would take them far away, so far away that she might never see them again. They would travel to a beautiful place with a new outlet, something she had wished for her life. They would do it... they, but she could no longer, because at the time the complaint and laziness covered her.
A strange feeling of wanting what her family, who loved her, was getting, took over her soul, a family to which she had never given her worth. She was overcome by that inner force of desperately wanting what the other had achieved.
So at first she gave off negativity, wanting to frustrate what the other side had forged. But what she didn't know was that no wind of envy could blow down what was well established with solid roots. Then followed silence or hurtful words.
Her family loved her, but the pain she caused them hurt their souls.
The whirl of life is inexorable and unstoppable, youth and beauty she had lost, to laziness and complaint her possessions had succumbed. Loneliness took possession of their being, which every day joined more and more to their sins. The loneliness and lack of affection she had brought about together with envy for what others had achieved brought her to her painful end without relief or shelter.
Envy for the goals and company achieved by others took over her liver, destroying it little by little with intense pain. Sins are healed, but not in another life or another plane, but right here on earth.
Hasta que un día esa familia que tanto la amaba pudo cambiar de vida y salir del abismo en que se encontraban. No era suerte, sino la consecuencia de la labor realizada. Pero eso María no lo relacionaba.
Ese cambio de vida lejos los llevaría, tan lejos que quizá nunca más los vería. Viajarían a un lugar hermoso con nueva salida, cosa que ella había deseado para su vida. Ellos lo harían… ellos, pero ella ya no podía, porque en su momento la queja y la pereza la cubrían.
Una sensación extraña de querer lo que su familia que la amaba conseguía, se apodero de su alma, familia a la cual nunca había dado su valía. Esa fuerza que nace del interior de desear con desesperación lo que el otro logró, la invadió.
Así al comienzo negatividad desprendió, queriendo lograr con ello frustrar lo que del otro lado se forjó. Pero lo que ella no sabía es que lo bien habido con raíces consistentes no hay viento de envidia que lo derribe. Luego le siguió el silencio o las palabras hirientes.
Su familia la amaba, pero el dolor que ella les provocaba hería sus almas.
El revote de la vida es inexorable e imparable, la juventud y la belleza había perdido, ante la pereza y la queja sus bienes habían sucumbido. La soledad se apoderó de su ser, que cada día se unía más a sus pecados. La soledad y la carencia de afecto que ella había provocado junto con la envidia por lo que otros habían logrado la llevaron a su final doloroso sin alivio ni amparo.
La envidia por las metas y la compañía logradas de otros, de su hígado se apodero, destruyéndolo poco a poco con intenso dolor. Los pecados se sanean, pero no en otra vida u otro plano, sino aquí mismo en la tierra.
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This story is entirely of my own authorship, based on true events and with it I participate in the Capital Sins initiative. I would love to invite 
Thank you all so much for reading this far, I send you a big hello. See you soon.
Amonet.
Esta historia es plenamente de mi autoría, basada en hechos reales y con ella participo de la iniciativa de Pecados Capitales. Me encantaría invitar a
Muchas gracias a todos por leer hasta aquí, les envío un gran saludo. Hasta pronto.
Amonet.
Texto de mi autoría - Text by myself
Diseños realizados en Photoshop CS6 - Designs made in Photoshop CS6
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Separadores creados por mí en Photoshop - Separators created by me in Photoshop
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