Beautiful Diana

by Gustavo Valitutti

translation by Carmen Ruggero

A la versión original


She sleeps... her beautiful red hair on the pillow, her pale and perfect skin, her angelic face protected by the continuous and unconquerable curtain of darkness. It is winter, and that draws a smile on her full lips for him who knows how to see it.

The nights are long... in winter.

I know I have no excuse, but solitude left when she entered my life. Diana does not love me — I know, but she will remain with me and she will be company to me until the end of my days, until the end of my nights.

The days without her are long.

Daily tasks take me away from the house and Diana sleeps within her dark refuge.

When I come home, I lie by her side and she embraces me, and hours later she leaves wearing her best dress, and I try not to think until she returns.

Diana is never late; she does not like the outdoors.

I sigh when I see her, and she mocks my sigh. She throws the money on the dresser top: “So you won’t need to be away for so long.” She smiles at me, and returns to her eternal rest, licking the blood from her lips.


Story copyright © 2007 by Gustavo Valitutti
Translation copyright © 2007 by Carmen Ruggero

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