The orange umbrella and the walk in the meadow

Fuente: http://mirararte.blogspot.com.ar/2011/01/leonid-afremov-pintor-ruso.html

Hello dear friends of steemit, thank you for being present on my blog and accompanying with reading my post. This work is inspired by the story of "The Yellow Umbrella Plumilla". Navigating the web I cross with this beautiful story that speaks of an abandoned umbrella in a wardrobe, a morning is visited and something incredible happens, a beautiful story that begins well.

Long ago in the City of Pinamar Province of Buenos Aires there was a beautiful summer house, its owners visited it in the weekends, but when they arrived the summer they spent their vacations in the house of summer.

This family had a small daughter named Mayte, a beautiful girl about eight years old, one morning while in Pinamar went to do some shopping in the center of Ciudad, to bad luck of this family was released a great rain.

They walked placidly in the rain through the pedestrian and suddenly something was shining in the distance, slowly they approached the great brightness, in a window of a business was a beautiful orange umbrella, to see it Mayte fell in love with the umbrella, the parents knew The climate of the city, they knew that it rained all summer, it would not be too much to acquire the umbrella, in addition the girl already was enchanted with the orange umbrella.

That year was more rainy than other years so Mayte practically lived all the way in the company of her orange parasol, they created a bond of friendship, the sun umbrella just out of the factory, Mayte was her first owner and great friend, as good friends. Became inseparable, even the sunny days were together, Mayte used the umbrella to protect the summer sun.

That particular year the vacations happened faster than usual, reason why Mayte had to return to Capital to resume its studies, very sad they put themselves both friends, when by decision of the parents the umbrella was to remain in the house of summer.

Sad was the farewell, even if they were together until the last minute that Mayte remained in the summer house, Mayte before leaving took the orange umbrella and went out to take his last walk of the summer in the company of his dear friend, a beautiful talk had The two, Mayte promised his umbrella that he would return next year.

The whole family got into the car four by four to return home, Mayte until the last moment was with his umbrella in hand, when he got into the car, handed the umbrella to the caretaker of the summer house, slowly moved away from the place and Both friends looked at each other until the distance did not allow them to see each other.

Fate works in a mysterious way, one never knows what he has prepared for us, in matters of love and friendships he often behaves capriciously, and you take some determinations that are not convenient for these relationships.

The orange umbrella was housed in the wardrobe of the house, immersed in the darkness, I only thought of the pleasant moments that I live in the company of the girl, counted the days for the summer to arrive and meet again with the girl.

The cold began inside the wardrobe, a sign that winter came, the poor umbrella snuggled along with other things that were inside the place, little by little the cold was passing and began to arrive rich aromas of flowers, a sign of the arrival of the Spring, the umbrella began to sigh the return of the girl.

Slowly the heat began inside the wardrobe sign that the summer was coming, very anxious began to count the days for her reunion with her dear friend, but as I said the destiny had in mind something else, this year the economic situation was wrong and the father Of Maite had to sell the summer house with all the furnishings and the orange umbrella.

Maite cried day and night to know that this year they would not go to the summer house, but more crying to know that the house was sold and would never return to her, the girl only thought about her dear friend and her promise to reunite with her at Come summer, so you could afford not to keep a promise.

One night when the girl was asleep she had a dream, she remembered the last walk with her orange umbrella in the Pinamar prairie, she saw in her dream that they were saying goodbye and the parasol cried like the cry of a child, this dream shook Mayte on waking, Returned to make a promise.

As soon as she had money and age, she would buy the summer house again and recover her orange umbrella. With this goal in mind, she studied a lot and saved every dollar she received, the years went by, Mayte became a beautiful professional woman, she saved every penny To fulfill his promise.

Meanwhile, inside the dusty wardrobe, the life of the orange sunshade gradually disappeared, she counted the days, she felt the days of cold, the scents of roses, the intense days of heat, but her friend did not come To keep his word.

One morning after spending many summers, covered in dust that I could scarcely breathe, being in the last minutes of agony, the door of the wardrobe opened, unable to open its eyes, with much effort I looked towards the light that came Through the open door and saw a woman looking at her smiling.

It was a beautiful woman seemed familiar, but did not remember where, very similar to his friend but this was a woman, her friend was a girl, she did not recognize her until she heard her voice, the beautiful girl among tears said to be Mayte and between tears I ask you to excuse her.

The young woman took a cleaner and began to clean her beloved umbrella, slowly returned her color and beautiful shine, then put perfume for fabric and left her radiant, as she had never been in her life, she looked beautiful, bright colors and Scent of spring flowers.

They both swore love forever, Mayte promised never to leave her again, he told her that she bought the summer house again, but this time it would be a permanent house, Mayte had received from Doctora and would make the house of man in a permanent house and His new office.

That same afternoon they remembered those walks that joined together on the prairie at dusk, Mayte took her in his arms and together they went to give the best ride of their lives, walked until nightfall.

After many years Mayte grew old and died, the orange umbrella remained beautiful and bright as always in the hands of the granddaughter, that was the eternal life of the orange umbrella that passed in hand from generation to generation in the company of this family.


Fuente: http://www.abundanciayplenitud.org/2014/03/50-maravillosas-fotos-de-felicidad.html

Fuente: http://www.cuentosinfantilescortos.net/cuento-infantil-la-sombrilla-amarilla-plumilla/

I'll wait for you tomorrow to enjoy another account of my land of Corrientes.

José Luis Fernández
Corrientes Argentina


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