L'altra storia - Giselle Aronson

Texto en español en Breves no tan breves: "La otra historia"

Traducido al italiano por Stefano Valente

Laerte, amato padre

ti invio questa lettera tramite il mio messaggero personale, il quale certamente giungerà prima di me.
La guerra di Troia si è conclusa, con questa missiva si darà anche la notizia della nostra vittoria. Coloro che ritorneranno già ti avranno raccontato i nuovi metodi e le originali strategie che abbiamo utilizzato; sono sicuro che di questo si parlerà per molto e per lungo tempo.
Ritarderò il mio ritorno, o Padre. Grazie a Zeus, ho trascorso dieci anni in questa lotta, scusa che mi è stata concessa per non dover tornare ad affrontare i miei doveri di marito. Tu conosci troppo bene le angustie domestiche e certo desidererai un altro destino per tuo figlio.
Mi prenderò altri dieci anni per il mio viaggio di ritorno. Ho già studiato l'itinerario: la terra dei Ciconi, dei Lotofagi, chissà che non faccia scalo sull'isola dei Ciclopi, e da Circe anche, senza dubbio, e visiterò l'isola delle Sirene; mi intrigano queste creature.
Questo tuo figlio implora il tuo aiuto, per la sua salute spirituale. Attraverso il mio messaggero sono venuto a sapere del fatto che mia moglie sostiene di tessere un qualche indumento nell'attesa del mio arrivo. Il favore che ti chiedo, o Padre, è che tu intervenga nella produzione di filati di Itaca e regni circostanti. Puoi utilizzare la tua influenza per impedire la fornitura di fili, lane, fibre di qualsiasi genere. Magari potresti anche assoldare una squadraccia per saccheggiare e sterminar le greggi. Penso che questo basterà, anche se sono sicuro che mia moglie, nel suo orgoglio, si giustificherà dicendo che, in realtà, ogni notte disfa quel che tesse di giorno. Conosciamo già la sua testardaggine e questa smania incomprensibile di aspettarmi, invano.
Spero nel successo di quest'altra battaglia, Padre mio.
Ci ritroveremo al mio ritorno.
Un abbraccio da tuo figlio che ti venera.

O.

Giselle Aronson
Tomado de Il Sogno del Minotauro

G - Miguel Angel Dorelo -Giselle Aronson - Saurio

Texto en español en Quñimicamente impuro: "G".

Traducido al inglés por Alexandra Jamieson Barreiro.

In the beginning you seemed unreachable. You were standing as in a pedestal, an authentic Greek goddess. I used to look at you from below and always saw you: hieratic, undaunted, and brilliant.
One day I dared to come close to you stretching my hands out, willing to touch you. I saw you coming towards me, trembling, as if you were getting out of balance. And all I thought I knew about you fell apart in that brief instant.
"Head trauma" the doctor said. "You were lucky that bronze statuette didn’t kill you".

Publicado en Heliconia Flash Fiction and Short Stories

Miguel Angel Dorelo
Giselle Aronson
Saurio

זמן להרפיה - Giselle Aronson

Texto en español en Cuentos y más: "Tiempo de relax".

Traducido al hebreo por Yehudit Mirta Oficyner.

ג'יסל אהרונסון

יגע מיום עבודה מאומצת, נפל על המיטה.
אמנם לא רצה לישון, אבל הרגיש צורך עז להרפות את גופו המתוח.
חשב לחזור על התרגיל שלמד בשעורי יוגה, "עשרים ואחת שניות" כמו שהמורה כינה אותו, על פי הזמן שנמשך.
כדי שכושר הריכוז ובקרת הזמן יהיו יותר פשוטים, הוא חיפש את שעון שולחן הלילה. הטקטוק הרועש שלו יסייע לו.
עצם עיניים והתרכז במטרה: להרפות כל חלק בגוף, למחוק כל התכווצות ולהגיע להקלה הנכספת.
אחרי שהשיג את התמתחות שריריו, התחיל לספור.
הוא זכר היטב את אזהרת מורו, רק עשרים ואחת שניות, לא יותר, רק עשרים ואחת, אל תשכחו, אסור לכם להמשיך מעבר לזה. הוא חזר על זה לבד בשעה שבמוחו הרדום המספרים היו מתקדמים. כשהגיע לתשע עשרה, הוא הרגיש את עצמו כל כך בנוח שהחליט להמשיך את התרגיל ולהאריך את ההרגשה המהנה.
רק עוד קצת.

רוגע, שלווה, נוחות.

פחד ואימה. בשנייה העשרים ושמונה, לא היה חלק בכל גופו השרירי הרפוי, שיענה לרצונו.

Giselle Aronson

Only Andrea - Giselle Aronson

Texto en español en Breves no tan breves: "Sólo Andrea".

Traducido al inglés por Judith Aronson.

Only one person knew what had become of Horace Meller when it was Friday, May 14 without having to report to work all week. She had no proof or stated, had long shared with him the same office of the municipality, eight hours a day, five days a week. The friendship between them had grown hopelessly. Andrea and Horace were similar: quiet and complex. At first, only related during work hours, then with the passage of time and the fall of inhibitions, encouraged to go to the movies, theater, dinner, invite to their homes. Together they became talkative.
He was electric. Walked at a rate unattainable. Save water to negligible levels, so that when shampooing head, shut the faucet and open it again to rinse. His face remained serious most of the time, but has sharp humor. Worked for survival and read, always read tirelessly. Consumed books as if his live depended on it.
She was moody and changeable. Laughed and cried with the same intensity. Listened music even when sleeping and watched her figure with a cheat system: if one day she ate a lot, the other nothing. Work was a way of ordering her life and served to relieve stress.
Once forged friendship, Horace had been recommending to Andrea selected readings of what he had most enjoyed. Sometimes he lent copies of his personal library, others were bought and given as gifts. She accepted the suggestions and read as an obedient pupil.
For a long time neither one questioned anything beyond friendship. Until Horace vanished. Without warning, without a telegram of resignation, without a signal or warning. On Wednesday 12 May, she was worried about his absence and felt, for the first time, the need for him, for knowing of him. She began to wonder what might have happened. The answers channeled her toward the books that Horace had given her as gifts: Our Lady of Solitude, The Book of Illusions, The Invention of Morel, Martin Eidan, Leviathan. Thursday she was reviewing all those titles that passed through her mind like ghosts doom. By early Friday, Andrea discovered the invisible thread between the books: all narrated disappearances. Then she felt a clear relief: Horace had begun writing his own novel.

Giselle Aronson

Neither - Giselle Aronson

Texto en español en Cultura Back: "Tampoco".

Traducido al inglés por Judith Aronson.

Do not remember where she read that seven is a lucky number. For who, she wondered. Julia Balcarce does not get along with the number seven. Such a quantity has been the leading roles that different colleagues would still from her. Seven grievances accumulated feeding his self-pity excuses for a failed actress. 
 She finishes mending the rag doll who built throughout the week, not her image, but as a crude emulation of the seven thieves in question. In each one chose a trait that she traded to her cloth stuffed creature. And yet, the doll looks increasingly like Julia.
With the pretext of a feigned predictable invitation to hunt to Baradero, she asked a friend of his dead father to lend her his gun. The old man, touched by the love of women inherited, handed her the gun while retelling stories heard a hundred times on hunting expeditions that friends were doing, once. 
 She does the last stitch with care to avoid injury from the needle. "No blood run, she thinks, and finished with a knot. Load everything in the car and drive to the railway land. At that time the policemen in the area are having lunch, no one will notice the noise. 
Seize the trunk of a tree and lays the wrist. Remember the instructions that his grandfather gave her to load the shotgun. Prepares cartridges, enter one in the pipe, mounts the hammer, sees through the sights and fires. Seven times. 
Then she approaches the frayed doll , can not leave her there. Back to get her, along with the shotgun in the car. 
 Even offstage she accomplished playing a real killer. 
Once again, back home, she does not hear the applause.


Giselle Aronson