La Puerta
El guerrero despertó sobresaltado, cómo si hubiera sido atormentado por alguna horrible pesadilla.
Intentó ponerse de pie, pero una brusca oleada de dolor impidió que su cuerpo obedeciera. Con lentitud, tomó conciencia del lugar donde se encontraba. El cielo estaba gris, como si una tormenta fuera a desatarse de un momento a otro; densas volutas de humo le quemaban los ojos y el repugnante olor a sangre y pólvora le oprimía el pecho, dificultándole la respiración. El único sonido que escuchaba era el aullar del viento que barría el campo y el graznar de los cuervos disputándose la carne de los caídos.
Se arrastró con lentitud hasta su espada y con ayuda del arma consiguió, al fin, ponerse de pie. Fue entonces cuando alcanzó a apreciar la magnitud de la catástrofe: miles de cuerpos yacían destrozados a su alrededor, mientras que la puerta aún se alzaba desafiante frente a él.
Haciendo acopio de toda su voluntad, dio unos pasos tambaleantes hasta situarse frente al gigantesco obstáculo. Con mano temblorosa alzó la espada y descargó el golpe más fuerte que le permitieron sus cansados músculos.
Pero la puerta no cedió.
Otra vez el guerrero levantó la espada y otra vez el acero mordió la madera. Sin embargo, la puerta continuó cerrada.
Cegado por la rabia que le carcomía las entrañas se lanzó por tercera vez contra su inamovible enemigo; pero su maltrecha hoja lo traicionó, rompiéndose con el impacto.
El guerrero cayó de rodillas, los cuervos se rieron de su fracaso y la puerta pareció aumentar de tamaño frente a su insignificante retador.
"Ríndete"- dijo una voz en su interior.
"Nunca" - susurró el guerrero al tiempo que descargaba un puñetazo contra los gruesos tablones.
"Te vas a hacer daño" - aseguró la voz.
"No importa" - pensó el guerrero sin prestar atención a los nudillos ensangrentados.
"Pero lo que intentas hacer es imposible" - señaló la voz con tono burlón
"CÁLLATE" - Gritó el guerrero con todas sus fuerzas, espantando a los cuervos que emprendieron el vuelo entre graznidos de protesta.
La puerta, obedeciendo a alguna clase de voluntad invisible, crujió a modo de lamento, al tiempo que giraba sobre sus goznes dejando el paso abierto.
El guerrero al fin era libre.
Traducido de Español a Ingles
The door
The warrior woke up startled, as if he had been tormented by some horrible nightmare.
He tried to stand up, but a sharp wave of pain prevented his body from obeying. Slowly, he became aware of the place where he was. The sky was gray, as if a storm were going to unleash another; Dense smoke scrolls burned his eyes and the disgusting smell of blood and gunpowder oppressed his chest, making his breath difficult. The only sound he heard was howl the wind that swept the field and the crows of the crows disputing the meat of the fallen.
He dragged slowly to his sword and with the help of the weapon he achieved, finally, stand up. It was then that he managed to appreciate the magnitude of the catastrophe: thousands of bodies lay shattered around him, while the door was still challenging in front of him.
Giving him all his will, he took some wobble steps to place himself in front of the gigantic obstacle. With trembling hand he raised the sword and unloaded the strongest blow that allowed him the tired muscles of him.
But the door did not give in.
Again the warrior lifted the sword and again the steel bit the wood. However, the door continued closed.
Blinded by the rage that the entrails were launched for the third time against his immovable enemy; But the battered leaf of him betrayed him, breaking with the impact.
The warrior fell to his knees, the crows laughed at his failure and the door seemed to increase in size in front of his insignificant challenger.
"Get rid"- said a voice inside.
"Never" - the warrior whispered while downloading a punch against the thick planks.
"You're going to hurt yourself" - said the voice.
"It doesn't matter" - thought the warrior without paying attention to the bloody knuckles.
"But what you try to do is impossible" - said the voice with a mocking tone
"Shut up"-the warrior shouted with all his forces, frightening the crows who undertook the flight between protest graz.
The door, obeying some kind of invisible will, creaked as a lament, while revolving on its joy leaving the passage open.
The warrior was finally free.
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