The silence was
broken by the bells ringing, while dizzy white birds flew around gracefully over
who congregated for wishing them prosperity.
His impatience
vanished when he saw her. A smile was drawn on his face looking at her
14-spring-old beautiness. His happiness could be seen, and how he proudly waited
for her, like whoever waiting for recognizement for having a won battle.
She went white,
shiny, held in the arm by her father, who accompanied her to the shrine, while
her pretty-well-dressedmother cried.
“It’s better
so. Every woman reaches the time to begin a nest,” another women, all outfit
straight for that moment, said her.
“Be proud. Not
all of us could went out white-dressed like your daughter,” another one said.
“If he isn’t,
somebody else will bring her out,” someone else said.
“She’s getting
married as God command - nobody could criticize her,” another one else
whispered.
From the
congregated there, an angel watched the scene and cried remembering all the
happy lived moments next to her older little sister and, eyewitnessing all
events ending into a wedding, could not stop asking: “will this happen anytime
to me too?”
She was seen
beauty walking to the shrine while a girl guided her way with a little basket
full of rose pieces. She, excited by the wedding song, felt overwhelmed by so
many feelings. She tought inside “In the end, who doesn’t want having an assured
future beside a rich man, on his forties also? He has got madurity what a boy of
my age doesn’t.”
She encouraged,
preferred just thinking if to bring Julieta, his companion since she was just 7
years old wwhen Aunt Matilde gift her, to her new home would be badly seen. Even
when Julieta, her doll, was old, she was her only ssecret keeper.
Behind her
veil, innocence and femenity of her years could be drawn. Her veil and her hair
curl playfully was hidding the rouge after the slap she was infringed by her
father the night before, when she confessed him she didn’t want to get married,
while her inmacullate white dress simulated well she was two months of
pregnancy.
An almost
angelical choir sounded while her father deserved his babe to the sorry rapist.
Then, are you
the bride or who waited for her? Continuing or stoping gender violence depends
on you.
It's good to see that all these subjects are being treated not only in Peruvian media, but also in the streets, among commoners. I just hope this isn't an ephemeral trend only, but it goes down in every person's hearts and minds.
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