Cloudy Tale #: THE ABANDONED HOUSE
It was an old house, sad, forgotten and built in an urban farm.
Certainly outside a villa where beauty and wealth went hand in hand. His convoluted architectural features denounced its Swiss style. Certainly, their porches and balconies were echoing, children, hilarious screams made the rumble rattles around in that cottage. However, no sign of it. Only mold, dust poured onto the furniture and a mix of awe and abandonment. In the garden, roses, dahlias, poppies, glasses of milk, gardenias, carnations, bulgaris, daisies and chrysanthemums, pick and insisted on other species grow amid the thorns that choked. The heras were fixed with whole claw the walls, giving a still more melancholy tone to that site.
Whenever I passed in front of the sun, I used to imagine how life would have been there in the heyday, that dismal place. I decided to investigate more closely. There on the wall of the front porch a warning printed on an A4 sheet. I could not read because it draws moisture and had destroyed most. A telephone number caught my attention. "532-987...". I pulled the mobile out of my pocket and storied in its agenda. Should be the city's old phone. I added the number "3" at the beginning and at the end, I was trying 0, 1.2 ... until I get succeeded talk to someone:
_ Hello! Where is this? Want to talk to who?
_ With anyone who can give me information about the Cottage on Street of Wisdom. Could it be you?
_ Well, of course! I live here in this duplex, two houses to the left of the cottage. If you want to come now, I'll wait for you.
She was a friendly old and well preserved woman. It was noted that she was an educated person, a family of great wealth and social status. She told me she had tried to sell the property for about ten years ago, without success. As I was very interested by that farm, I proposed and closed business there. Immediately I tried to regularize all the paperwork and taxes with the Notarial's office. I hired a gardener, two masons, a painter and, with them, I signed one service contract about twenty days, after which the property would be habitable again. Until then, I kept silent regarding this transaction, because I wanted to surprise Susan and our children in our silver anniversary approaching.
On the appointed day, I invited them for a tour of the surroundings of our neighborhood. I was in my covertly, while We enjoyed that corner so pleasant. A gentle breeze form the garden brought odorant fragrance. I let them stay at ease with water in their full of mouth and attacked:
_ This is the house of my dreams. At least it is in my dreams. In fact, ours.
We all agree, outlining a nice smile.
_ I got the key to seeing the property. Come on?
The balconies decorated with wicker furniture, rustic vases with fern, fetus, maidenhair fern and strawberry filled the living environment. We entered the room. A beautifully carved wooden frame. They could read: "HOME SWEET HOME - M. PETERSON FAMILY".
_ But what does that mean, Od L'Aremse?
_This same you are seeing, M. PETERSON FAMILY. This is our new home! Welcome Home!
Certainly outside a villa where beauty and wealth went hand in hand. His convoluted architectural features denounced its Swiss style. Certainly, their porches and balconies were echoing, children, hilarious screams made the rumble rattles around in that cottage. However, no sign of it. Only mold, dust poured onto the furniture and a mix of awe and abandonment. In the garden, roses, dahlias, poppies, glasses of milk, gardenias, carnations, bulgaris, daisies and chrysanthemums, pick and insisted on other species grow amid the thorns that choked. The heras were fixed with whole claw the walls, giving a still more melancholy tone to that site.
Whenever I passed in front of the sun, I used to imagine how life would have been there in the heyday, that dismal place. I decided to investigate more closely. There on the wall of the front porch a warning printed on an A4 sheet. I could not read because it draws moisture and had destroyed most. A telephone number caught my attention. "532-987...". I pulled the mobile out of my pocket and storied in its agenda. Should be the city's old phone. I added the number "3" at the beginning and at the end, I was trying 0, 1.2 ... until I get succeeded talk to someone:
_ Hello! Where is this? Want to talk to who?
_ With anyone who can give me information about the Cottage on Street of Wisdom. Could it be you?
_ Well, of course! I live here in this duplex, two houses to the left of the cottage. If you want to come now, I'll wait for you.
She was a friendly old and well preserved woman. It was noted that she was an educated person, a family of great wealth and social status. She told me she had tried to sell the property for about ten years ago, without success. As I was very interested by that farm, I proposed and closed business there. Immediately I tried to regularize all the paperwork and taxes with the Notarial's office. I hired a gardener, two masons, a painter and, with them, I signed one service contract about twenty days, after which the property would be habitable again. Until then, I kept silent regarding this transaction, because I wanted to surprise Susan and our children in our silver anniversary approaching.
On the appointed day, I invited them for a tour of the surroundings of our neighborhood. I was in my covertly, while We enjoyed that corner so pleasant. A gentle breeze form the garden brought odorant fragrance. I let them stay at ease with water in their full of mouth and attacked:
_ This is the house of my dreams. At least it is in my dreams. In fact, ours.
We all agree, outlining a nice smile.
_ I got the key to seeing the property. Come on?
The balconies decorated with wicker furniture, rustic vases with fern, fetus, maidenhair fern and strawberry filled the living environment. We entered the room. A beautifully carved wooden frame. They could read: "HOME SWEET HOME - M. PETERSON FAMILY".
_ But what does that mean, Od L'Aremse?
_This same you are seeing, M. PETERSON FAMILY. This is our new home! Welcome Home!
