Ten hour of happiness

 I don´t want write of me or other things. I don´t have desire of think, for this I decided translate a story.
I will translate a tale named “Diez horas de felicidad”, in English is like “ten hours of happiness”. It was written by Paloma Valenzuela Vera, she is 38 years old and she live in Puente Alto district. This tale won second place in the stories competition “Santiago en 100 palabras”. Is about a woman that decided abort.

Is almost midnight and I know that you are celebrating the news with your friends. You will open this mail; I estimate that within ten hours. Forgive me. I cannot. I´m not strong nor I have the enthusiasm that you have. Tomorrow, when you read these words I will be on their way to the clinic. Naty offered to accompany me; you will understand that I can´t go alone. I want die of the pain. I guess tomorrow I will be best. The decision is taken. I ask you when you shout and want to strangle me, you remember this ten hours added of happiness that I give you; you see those like a gift, that I will not have.

Photo

This photo was taken on 5 April in this year. The picture show the first day of rain in Santiago city if I remember rightly. This is a black and white photograph and for me it is just like the city looked that day. The center of Santiago in the rainy days is gray and this photo shows this, however it was named “Black day” for the photographer.

This photo was taken by a friend. She published it in her Facebook and when I saw it I asked her if I could publish in my facebook like front cover picture. She was agree and happy. I published the photo with a sentence and credits for my friend.

I hope that she continues with her hobby because I think she has talent. I like her photos but this is my favorite.

I published the photo with the following sentence: “I think the rainy days given harmony to Santiago. They give gray shades to the atmosphere that mixed with the colors of the buildings”.