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En Español: “¿Los Mejores?” 

As a lover of languages, one of the ideas I wanted to bring to life for the Arts & Culture section at The Bucknellian was to continue the series of short stories in different languages that was started last semester by Visiting Assistant Professor of Spanish, Víctor García Ramirez. The following piece is something I wrote for my Spanish 208 class with Professor García where we were asked to write a very brief composition inspired by any movie, poem, or story that we read in class. Inspired by Argentine poet, Alfonsina Storni’s, “Tú me quieres blanca,” a poem about the double standards that women often face, “¿Los Mejores?” is a flash narrative that builds upon the strong emotions of Storni’s poem with a dramatic and tension-filled argument between the female narrator and her husband. 

Anoche estuvimos en una fiesta en la que todo lo que te importaba era tu propia imagen. Tu pelo negro con gel, tu traje azul, tu reloj de plata: siempre tienes que ser el alma de la fiesta. Pero tu simpatía no es honesta, solo lo haces por tu ego. 

Discutimos por mi vestido, por mi pelo y mi collar. “Todo tiene que ser perfecto” dijiste, pero solamente soy un ser humano. Quisiste dar una imagen de mí como si yo fuese un trofeo: una mujer con el cabello bien peinado, con un vestido blanco, piel pura, un collar de oro y diamantes para decir que éramos los mejores, pero ¿lo éramos? 

Derramé el vino sobre mi vestido blanco durante la cena: una cena que era demasiado cara para mí (demasiado cara para cualquiera) con platos de oro y bocados pequeños de comida. Me miraste como si yo fuera polvo en una esquina, como si yo no fuera una persona con pensamientos propios. La mancha en mi vestido blanco era un defecto para ti, una imperfección, claro, pero ¿acaso crees que una mujer es pura si no tiene sentimientos y no comete errores? 

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Por qué decidí casarme contigo no lo entiendo, todos los hombres como tú solamente quieren mujeres irreales cual estrellas de cine. Así que buena suerte: ¡ellas no existen! 

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