Written by Maria Pandil
The Man of the Wagon
A Friday night, but not just any Friday, but one of those that are found during Holy Week. Every year Rosibel heard the galloping of some horses and the creaking of an old and rusty cart. But that was not all, she also saw them with her own eyes!
They were two skinny and arrogant animals and a man who drove the cart, which descended through the air, going through everything that was the small town where the girl lived. They passed by making a tremendous noise as if they were goaded and chased by someone, although, in reality, their aggressors were not seen.
They just passed through the town like a shooting star, which then disappeared into nothingness. The girl Rosibel could see and appreciate them very closely, she found it very strange that cart, almost leaving the town, took the same route of Guadalupe Victoria Avenue until it reached Francisco I. Madero street and stopped there, in where, precisely, was the house where she lived with her parents and siblings.
The most surprising thing of all was that, at that point where the family house was located, the cart ascended very high through the heavens, until Rosibel lost sight of it, but she stayed with the hope of seeing the man in the wagon again, the following year in Lent. Seventeen long years went by observing the same thing, until one day Rosibel’s family moved to the city, and she never saw that cart fly through the air again.
Written by Maria Pandil
In Spanish
El Hombre De La Carreta
Un viernes por la noche, pero no un viernes cualquiera; sino uno de esos que se encuentra en la Semana Santa.Cada año Rosibel escuchaba el galopar de unos caballos y el rechinar de una carreta vieja y oxidada. Pero eso no era todo, ella también los veía con sus propios ojos!.
Eran dos flacos y arrogantes animales y un hombre que conducía la carreta, que descendía por los aires, recorriendo todo lo que era el pequeño pueblo donde la niña vivía. Pasaban por ahí haciendo tremendo ruido como si fueran azuzados y perseguidos por alguien, aunque, en realidad, no se veían sus agresores.
Solo pasaban por el pueblito como una estrella fugaz, que después se perdía en la nada. La niña Rosibel los podía apreciar muy de cerca, a ella se le hacía muy raro que esa carreta, casi al salir del pueblo, tomara la ruta de la Avenida Guadalupe Victoria hasta llegar a la calle Francisco I. Madero y se detuviera ahí, en donde, precisamente, se encontraba la casa en la que ella vivía con sus padres y hermanos.
Lo más sorprendente de todo era que, en ese punto donde estaba ubicada la casa de la familia, la carreta ascendía muy alto por los cielos, hasta que Rosibel la perdía de vista; pero ella se quedó con la esperanza de volver a ver al hombre de la carreta el año siguiente en la Cuaresma. Diecisiete largos años transcurrieron observando lo mismo, hasta que un día la familia de Rosibel se mudó a la ciudad, y ella nunca más volvió a ver esa carreta surcar por los aires.
Written by Maria Pandil
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