[Writing Contest]Finish the Tale.Story #34//The melody of love(ENG-ESP)
Warm greetings to everyone in this creative community. Today's story begins like this.
When I opened my grandmother's music box, a melody I'd never heard before played. Inside it, a unique ballerina twirled, wearing a beautiful pink dress, peering into a fragile, all-encompassing glass mirror.
It was hypnotic music; I couldn't stop listening to that strange but beautiful sound. My grandmother peeked into the room after hearing her music box ring so many times.
My granddaughter, you've found your grandmother's most valuable treasure, she told me. Frightened, I thought I was going to get scolded, but no, my grandmother is as sweet as honey itself.
That little box is a gift from my great-grandfather, she began to tell me. He always said it belonged to a beautiful princess who never found true love, and many years later, she died of sadness. On her bed, a red rose was found, and this open music box was playing the most melancholic music.
Without further ado, she left the room, and there I stood staring at that light, sad dancer. She undoubtedly represented heartbreak in her eternal gyrations, like someone searching for the impossible.
Now every day I visit my grandmother, and upon my arrival I rush to open the little box. I never want the sad princess to feel alone again. I will keep searching for love until I find it.
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Un cordial saludo para todos en esta creativa comunidad. La historia del d铆a de hoy comienza as铆.
Cuando abr铆 la caja de m煤sica de mi abuela, son贸 una melod铆a que nunca hab铆a escuchado antes. Dentro de ella giraba una singular bailarina, con lindo traje color rosa, asomada en un fr谩gil y abarcador espejo de cristal en su interior.
Era una m煤sica hipn贸tica, no pod铆a dejar de escuchar aquel extra帽o pero hermoso sonido. Mi abuela se asom貌 a la habitaci贸n al escuchar sonar tantas veces su cajita de m煤sica.
Mi nieta has encontrado el tesoro m谩s valioso de tu abuela: me dijo. Yo asustada pens茅 que iba a recibir un rega帽o, pero no, mi abuela es tan dulce como la miel misma.
Esa cajita es un regalo de mi bisabuelo - comenz贸 a narrarme. 脡l siempre dec铆a que perteneci贸 a una linda princesa que nunca encontr贸 el verdadero amor, y a los muchos a帽os muri贸 de tristeza. En su lecho se encontr贸 una rosa roja y esta cajita de m煤sica abierta tocando la m谩s melanc贸lica m煤sica.
Sin m谩s se retir貌 de la pieza, y ah铆 qued茅 yo mirando fijamente aquella ligera y triste bailarina, sin duda alguna representaba el desamor en sus eternos giros, como quien busca lo imposible.
Ahora todos los d铆as visito a mi abuela y a mi llegada voy corriendo a abrir la cajita, no quiero que se sienta m谩s nunca sola la triste princesa. Seguir茅 buscando el amor hasta encontrarlo.
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