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Action No. 62
THE SOUL OF MATIZ, his people llegaría… recalls his childhood, IN Villavieja ”
(Reynaldo T. Tint, his Alma, reaches the people mounted on horseback. It goes down the street real. It is dusk…. Soon will come the night. It addresses the cemetery, searching for the tomb of his father, Mario Matiz. Reynaldo , Reads. We heard a lullaby, which soothes himself. When it appears there is his first Monday… girl twenty añerismo. With her visit several places. The people of the village, since the doors of their houses, they see it starting… illuminate the streets with candles.)
Moon .- that you… Reynaldo Matiz Trujillo?
Colonel Tint .- There can be! You are the same.
Moon .- Yes. I’m Moon, your babysitter.
Colonel Tint .- It is truly incredible. That beauty.
Moon .- Now, will be with you forever.
Colonel Tint .- do you say?
Moon .- Love of mine, I will be by your side, for all eternity.
Colonel Tint .- That woman so beautiful!. How many years do you have?
Moon .- 20 years.
Colonel Tint .- been frozen in time! That wonder!.
Moon .- Am I the same?
Colonel Tint .- Of course! What are the same!.
Moon .- It is a blessing from God.
Colonel Tint .- Do not spend the years. You home?
Moon .- Not.
Colonel Tint .- And that….
Moon .- I was waiting.
Colonel Tint .- Ah….
Moon .- I had hoped… that you fixed on me.
Colonel Tint .- But it was not possible. My occupations.
Moon .- Now, if you’re mine.
Colonel Tint .- Why do not you home?
Moon .- Not. Reynaldo… my love.
Colonel Tint .- You can have many suitors.
Moon .- You hear me? Not.
Colonel Tint .-… Then you do that?
Moon .- you care. Glued to you.
Colonel Tint .- That such extraordinary woman!.
Moon .- You deserve it, Reynaldo. (The kiss. She weeps.)
Colonel Tint .- Do not cry please Moon. (Pause)
Moon .- You wife, Tulia, live?
Colonel Tint .- She died.
Moon .- you were children?
Colonel Tint .- Yes, three.
Moon .- I… you care.
Colonel Tint .- see?
Moon .- you what I’m saying seriously. Where are they?
Colonel Tint .- In Neiva, with my mother.
Moon .- Tráelos. They will be my adoration. (Pause)
Colonel Tint .- Let me think. Moon, acompáñame please go to our village.
Moon .- Want to remember the past?
Colonel .- If Matiz. For me, is of great importance. The children here in Villavieja, determined my life project.
Moon .- Come on. (Recorre el pueblo)
Tint .- Colonel Moon, I have to go…
Moon .- How so? You have to go?
Colonel Tint .- If Mrs.
Moon .- Where?
Colonel Tint .- I have a mission… disseminate social justice.
Moon .- Then you’re not dead?
Colonel Tint .- For POOR never be dead…… live.
Moon .- Do not you understand, love mine. I thought, you stay here, forever. The dead rest in the cemetery.
Colonel Tint .- Not always. Give careful in this poem I dedicate you……
A child men
I was then still a child
And she…, women, beautiful and splendid;
Smiling called me and I ran,
Mindful of their claims to it.
Sitting victorious in their knees,
My hands at once innocent
They played their hair, their cheeks,
And his heart pulsating púdico.
Sometimes with his white hand,
Mandated always spread love,
Finger punish me by profane,
It contained impetus for my child.
Belden cruel! therefore felt about me
In their favors greater abundance,
If it absorbed, his side had
In his rare beauty worshippers.
Many times I felt on my face
(Maldita age when so much is ignored!)
Caer the kisses of his mouth burning!
The Zagal air lastimoso
Seeing my triumphs, exclaimed: How
Well lost! Venturoso Oh boy!
I did the translation, especially for you, Moon. (It is the delivery).
Bye Bye…… my dear, Moon. (He departs.)
Moon .- Thanks for the poem. You’re a brilliant man. I love you. We love all life. Relates your deeds, to future generations…… Reynaldo Matiz Trujillo political, language translator, the economist, military, business manager, journalist, intellectual. (He shouts)… you will love my flowers. We visit every day in cementerio.Rezaré for you… do not forget. Do not forget, never!
Colonel Tint .- (A horse and from a distance.) You’ll see!
.- Reynaldo Luna, you’re a man with feelings… you love, tenderness, fighting with tenacity. You’re like a rooster fine… fighting.
END.