|10-14-2013, 08:52 PM||#11|
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Guanajuato... El Callejon del Beso
Once upon a time, long, long time ago, in the city of Guanajuato lived a young man named Don Luis, he was a poor boy working at la mina. One evening during at the l fiesta he saw the beautiful Doña Carmen, the daughter of a successful local merchant. They danced the night away, and fell deeply in love. Alas her father forbade the relationship and promised to marry her to a rich Spanish businessman.
Stricken by sadness, Doña Carmen spent her days cloistered in her room on the second floor of her father’s house. This was a special house as it was built on the narrowest street of the city. One evening as she stepped on the balcony to gaze at the stars in the hope of chasing her sadness away, she heard the voice of her lover calling her from the balcony across the small street, “the callejon”.
At last they were reunited, Don Luis had a rented a room in the house across the narrow street and they could, when they both reached across exchange a tender kiss. That very same evening, as a token of his love and a promise to marry her, Don Luis gave Doña Carmen a single rose and vowed to make her father understand how much he loved his daughter.
It was at this very moment that the fathers, having heard the lovers speak, burst into his daughter’s room and unto the adjacent the balcony. He was furious and with uncontrolled fury, he took out his dagger and plunged it in his daughter heart. Helpless, Don Luis fell to his knees in anguished as he witnessed the rose fall from his dead lover’s hand on the steps of the tiny stairs below.
Later that night, overcome by sadness, the young miner cut his finger so that he could use his blood to write a final poem to his beloved. Shortly before the wee hours of the morning, the spirit of Doña Carmen came to visit Don Luis in his fitful sleep, vowing to love him for eternity, and to plead for her father’s life.
Haggard and in agony, the young miner wandered without purpose through the streets of Guanajuato, desperately looking for his lover. When night came, stricken with grief, he climbed to “El cerro de la Bufa” where in the dark of night he plunged to his death knowing that his soul would soon re-joined for eternity his beloved Doña Carmen.
-"Yikes! That's a tragic and creepy story says he."
Nothing so dramatic for Jackie and Valentino, simply a romantic "beso" en "El Callejon"
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