Saturday, July 21, 2007

A Story/ Un Cuento

A Story

Once upon time a long time ago, there was a Moon who lived in the night sky. She was very beautiful and lived like a queen in the night sky. She had her many moods and she moved through phases until she became full and then she waned again. So she spent her time waxing and waning.

One night however, she became bored with her life, thinking there must be something more besides the night time. She wanted something different in her life, some excitement. Each night she decided to make tiny changes in her moods and phases so that each night she would inch her way to a place she had never been before.

As fate would have it, one night she came very close to the dawn. In fact she got so close to dawn that she got a glimpse of the Sun, a light so powerful she was nearly blinded by its strength. Immediately she shrank back into the night, but something had changed for her. Now that she had seen the sun, she wanted more of him. She wanted to know more about him, she wanted to bathe in his beauty, be warmed by his rays, discover his secrets. In fact, she wanted to be a part of him and wondered how she could do this, since they lived in very different worlds.

Again as time passed she inched her way toward dawn and tried to get even closer to the Sun, but she soon realized that he was much more powerful than she had imagined, to the point of being downright dangerous. But still she wanted to meld with his energy, lose herself in his warmth and beauty. She wanted them to become one.

"Oh, foolish Moon," the stars told her. "You can’t mix with the Sun. He will burn you up with his powerful rays. You will end up a pile of ashes. What are you thinking?"

Deep in her heart the Moon knew the stars were right. But the Moon was infatuated and could not stop herself. Each month she moved closer and closer to the Sun until one day she felt his rays burning her body but she stood her ground and let herself be burned. Then he spoke to her.

"Moon, do not come near me. You do not belong here with me. You belong to the night. I belong to the day. We cannot mix our energies. You are beautiful, I am strong. I cannot help my strength, I cannot stop it from harming you. You must return to the night sky. That is where you belong."

"But I love you," said the Moon. It was then a cloud appeared and covered the Sun so the Moon could look at his face and not be hurt. "You are so beautiful I can’t resist wanting to be with you," she said. Then the Sun sighed. "Oh, Moon, he said, you are a temptress. I will give you a tiny bit of my light to take back with you to the night sky, and there you will shine. I will be reflected in you and your light will be most glorious when you are in your full phase. People will look upon you and fall in love. We will reflect each other but live in our separate worlds. As you watch me set in the west when you are just beginning to rise I will sing to you. Listen for my song. I will send it to you as my rays weaken and sink down into the horizon. Catch my song and take it to the night for all to hear and love."

As the cloud moved away from the Sun’s face, the Moon drifted back up to her place in the night sky holding on to the light the Sun had given her. She was content now to stay in her place and reflect the Sun, to send her light out to all those who chose to look at her suspended in the night sky.

Un Cuento

Había una vez hace mucho tiempo una Luna que vivía en el cielo de la noche. Era muy hermosa y vivía como reina en el cielo de la noche. Tenía varias disposiciones y sus fases cambiaban hasta que se ponía llena y después disminuía. Así lo pasaba subiendo y bajando.

Sin embargo, una noche se puso aburrida con su vida, y pensaba que debe de haber más que la noche. Quería algo diferente en su vida, algo emocionante. Cada noche decidía hacer unos pequeños cambios de sus fases para que pudiera llegar poco a poco a un lugar donde nunca había estado.

Según su destino, una noche llegó muy cerca al amanecer. De hecho, se acercó tanto al amanecer que pudo ver el Sol, una luz tan potente que por poco se queda ciega por su brillo. En seguida se regresó a la noche, pero algo había cambiado para ella. Ahora que había visto al Sol, quería más. Quería saber más sobre él, quería bañarse en su belleza, estar calentada por sus rayos, descubrir sus secretos. De hecho, quería ser parte de él y pensaba como podría hacer esto, considerando que vivían en mundos muy distintos.

Otra vez que pasaba el tiempo, poco a poco se acercaba hacia la alba e intentaba acercarse aun más al Sol, pero pronto se dio cuenta que él era mucho más potente que se había imaginado, hasta ser completamente peligroso. Pero de todas maneras quería mezclarse con su energía, perderse en su calor y en su belleza. Quería que fueran uno.

"Ay, Luna tonta," le decían las estrellas. "No puedes mezclarte con el Sol. Te va a quemar con sus rayos fuertes. Acabas siendo un montón de cenizas. ¿Qué piensas?"

Dentro de su corazón Luna sabía que las estrellas tenían razón. Pero Luna estaba encaprichada y no podía dejar de sentir así. Cada mes se acercaba más y más al Sol hasta que un día sintió sus rayos quemar su cuerpo pero aguantó y dejó quemarse. Entonces el Sol le habló.

"Luna, no te me acerques. No debes estar aquí conmigo. Perteneces a la noche. Yo pertenezco al día. No podemos mezclar nuestras energías. Eres bella, soy fuerte. No puedo dejar de ser así, no puedo dejar de dañarte. Tienes que regresar al cielo de la noche. Allí es donde debes estar.

"Pero, te quiero," dijo la Luna. Entonces, una nube apareció y tapó al Sol para que la Luna pudiera ver su cara sin dañarse. "Eres tan bello que no puedo resistirte," dijo ella. El Sol susurró. "Oh Luna," dijo, "eres tentadora. Te voy a dar un poquito de mi luz a llevar contigo al cielo de la noche y allá brillarás. Estaré reflejado en ti y tu luz será la más gloriosa cuando estás en tu fase llena. La gente te mirará y se enamorará. Nos reflejaremos pero viviremos en nuestros mundos separados. Cuando me miras bajar en el oeste mientras tú comienzas a subir te cantaré. Escucha mi canción. Te la mandaré cuando mis rayos se disminuyen y bajan en el horizonte. Agarra mi canción y llévala contigo a la noche para que todos la escuchen y la amen."

Mientras la nube se alejaba de la cara del Sol, Luna se dejó llevar a su lugar en el cielo de la noche agarrando la luz que el Sol le había dado. Estaba contenta ahora a quedarse en su lugar y a reflejar al Sol, a mandar su luz a todos los que querían mirarla suspendida en el cielo de la noche.

Soy Lorena.
7/21/07

4 comments:

Indeterminacy said...

That was a beautiful, poetic, lovely, stunning allegory. Despite all our generations with the sun and moon, who could have expected to come up withs something so fresh and original. It's the first time I think that I read the words "I love you" in a story and they didn't sound like kitsch. This was a Geniestreich.

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By the way, the Borges story. It's "Blue Tigers" (Tigres azules) from the volume Shakespeare's Memory.

Lorena's Blogbilingüe said...

Thank you for your lovely comments, Indie, I'm going to look for that Borges story.

Anonymous said...

My girlfriends name is Lorena. She is Mexican. I am Dutch. I wrote somewhere online one day: "Beautiful. Lorena I love you!" and was curious if that post would show up in Google. Instead I read: "But I love you, said the Moon."

This strongly reminds me of a poem I wrote to my girlfriend a month ago, that is about love and the moon.

Then I read this story... that is also there in Spanish.

Synchronicity!

I am going to send her this story and she will love it. As I do too.

Anonymous said...

Hello Lorena,

Can you please delete the upper comment? It's outdated. I hope you read this because there's no other way to contact you.

Thanks.

Tom