Twilight is not mine.
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Here is a new chapter...Enjoy!
Chapter 29
A few months passed after rituals and ceremonies of our people, for our beloved Nona Machuy.
We had a grand fest, in which we at as much as we could. We drank until we could not stand, and we sang until we could not be heard.
Yes, we all did.
The funeral ceremonies where to celebrate the life of our dead, we cared for them in life we loved them and now we asked our Lord to grand them passage to paradise by singing as loudly and as reverently as we could the songs of our land, honoring and preying to Him.
So after we bid farewell to our beloved Nona Machuy we gathered our things and left to our new destination.
Our journey was sad, since we now carried the ashes of our Nona with us. We would make the travel back to her homeland where Papa Samuel's ashes had been scattered, so that they could be together in the afterlife.
During the following days I dreamed every night about the figure. At first it frightens me, and I would wake drenched in sweat and the anguish in my chest would close the passage of breath to my lungs making me gasp for air. I was disturbed and silent most of the time. Would not play my guitar, I did not want to speak to anyone.
I would sit on the back of the truck by myself and write in the journal that Nona Machuy had once given me.
I wrote about my feelings, the way the figure moved as if gliding swiftly. I wrote about what it meant, what I thought it meant what I had seen.
The darkness of the night, and the constant monotony of the sound of the wheels on the road, lulled me to sleep most nights, but the figure would appear again, and I would be gasping awake before long, and not wanting to close my eyes again.
The most disturbing thing was that at some point during the several months it took us to get to Andalusia; where we knew that the people had shone Nona and Papa, since he had stolen her at a very young age, and also since she was the daughter of the governor and was betroth to one of the richest men in town.
They story always changed everytime Nona told it. We all knew the place where she had come from, we knew about there love, but what we didn't know was that her own mother had warned her about Papa Samuel.
You see all the women in her family poses a certain foresight, some could feel the weather, and others could tell the real feelings and true self of others.
And then we had Nona's mama, she was a real clairvoyant she could tell the future, but since these kinds of gifts where shameful in the eyes of town, they where kept secret.
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