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 Descripcin: The sphinx without a secret
Original story: Oscar Wilde
Spanish version: Miguel Lescano.
One afternoon, I was having coffee in the city center.
Suddenly, I saw Carlos.
We were roommates in college, and I hadn't seen him in ten years.
I was happy to see him again.
When we were in college, we were great friends.
He was always in a good mood, and always told the truth.
He was very frank.
This time, Carlos had a concern. It showed on his face.
It seemed that he had a great doubt.
I thought maybe it was because of a woman, so I asked him:
-"Are you already married, Carlos?"
"I still don't understand women well enough," he said.
-"Do you have a problem with a woman, Carlos? You can tell me."
"Let's go for a walk," he said. "There are a lot of people here."
-"Where do we go?"
-"Anywhere.
Let's go to the restaurant by the river. I want to know about your life", said Carlos.
"First I want to know about yours," I said. "Tell me what your problem is."
Carlos showed me a picture of a woman.
She was tall and pretty.
Her gaze seemed to have a secret, and she was wearing very expensive clothes.
"What do you think of that face?" Carlos said.
"Do you think the face of someone who tells the truth?"
I looked at the photo carefully.
It looked like the face of someone who had a secret,
but didn't know if it was a good or bad secret.
Her beauty was not really a physical beauty.
Her beauty was in her mystery.
There was something in her lips that looked like a smile.
But it wasn't a sweet smile.
-"Well, what do you say?", said Carlos.
"Her face is pretty, but full of mystery," I told him.
"Tell me all about her."
"Not now," he said. "After eating".
And he started talking about other things.
We arrived at the restaurant.
After eating, Carlos began to tell his story:
"One afternoon, I was walking down 9 de Octubre street.
The traffic was terrible.
I saw a red car that caught my attention.
When I passed that car, she was inside.
Immediately, it seemed to me that she was the most beautiful woman in the world.
All night I thought about that face. Also all the next day.
I passed 9 de Octubre street several times,
hoping to see that car again.
But I couldn't find it . that woman.
I even thought it had been a dream.
"A week later,
I went to a dinner at the Rodriguez family's house.
Dinner was supposed to start at eight,
but it was already half past eight and we were still in the living room.
Suddenly, a woman arrived.
Mrs. Rodríguez told me that this was Ana María Gómez.
She was the woman I had been looking for.
She looked very beautiful.
Luckily, my seat was next to hers.
I told her:
"Ana María, I think I saw you on 9 de Octubre Street the other day."
Her face turned white, and she said quietly to me
"Be quiet, please. Someone might hear you."
I felt really bad about having gotten off to a bad start,
so I decided to change the subject.
She spoke very little, always in a low voice,
as if she was afraid that someone might hear what she was saying.
I was very, very in love with her.
Her air of mystery made me feel more interested.
Shortly after finishing dinner, Ana María left.
Before she left, I asked her if I could see her again.
She looked around to make sure no one was near,
and said, "Yes. Tomorrow at five o'clock."
But she didn't say anything else and left.
I asked Mrs. Rodríguez to tell me more about Ana María.
She only told me that she was a widow
with a beautiful house in Puerto Santa Ana,
the rich neighborhood by the river.
"The next day I arrived in Puerto Santa Ana on time,
but Ana María was not at her house.
They told me that she had left recently.
I felt bad, so I went to have a coffee.
After thinking about it for a while,
I left her a note at her house.
In the note, I asked her if I could see her another day,
and I put my name and phone number.
For several days, I didn't get any reply.
Finally, one day Ana María called me
and told me that she would be home Sunday at four.
She also said, "This number is not mine.
You should not call this number. I'll explain everything when I see you."
On Sunday she received me at her house.
She was very nice. We talked for a long time.
When I was leaving, she asked me that if I wanted to talk to her again,
I had to send a physical letter with her name
to the library in 9 de Octubre street.
"There are reasons", she said,
"why I can't receive calls or letters in my own home".
For three months, I saw her many times.
She never lost the air of secrecy and mystery.
Sometimes it seemed to me that maybe she had a boyfriend, but I couldn't believe it.
He didn't know what to believe about her.
She was like sea water:
sometimes it's clear and you can see the bottom, and sometimes you can't.
I wanted her to be my wife.
I had already made up my mind.
I was tired of so much secrecy.
I asked if I could see her on Monday at six. She said yes.
I was happy. That Monday I was going to ask her to be my wife.
I was crazy in love with her.
Love despite so much secrecy,
or perhaps love because of so much secrecy.
No; it was actually love for her. I didn't like the mystery.
One day, I think I found Ana María's secret."
-"What happened?", I asked Carlos.
-"Tell me what you think about this:"
"When Monday came, I had to do some things in the city ​​center.
I was in downtown until four in the afternoon.
Suddenly, I saw Ana María, wearing a black dress.
She was going very fast.
She didn't see me.
I saw her enter a small street.
At the end of the street was an old house.
She unlocked the door with a key, and walked in,
leaving the door open.
This is her secret, I thought. I got to the door.
The house was very old-style
and looked like some kind of hotel.
On the floor of the entrance was Ana María's ring,
which she dropped when she entered.
I put it in my shirt pocket.
I was in the entrance for a long time, thinking what to do.
In the end, I thought that Ana María's private life is none of my business,
so I left.
At six I went to her house.
She was in the room, and now she was wearing a white dress.
She looked beautiful.
"I'm happy to see you," she said.
"I haven't gone out all day."
I looked at her without being able to believe what she had said.
I put the ring on the coffee table.
"Ana María, you dropped this this afternoon,
near an old house downtown," I told her calmly.
She looked at me with fear, but she didn't take her ring.
"What were you doing there?" I asked her.
"What right do you have to ask that?" she said.
"The right of the man who loves you," I told her.
"I came here to ask you to be my wife."
She started crying.
"You must tell me the truth," I told her.
She stood up and told me:
"I have nothing to tell, Carlos."
"You went to see someone. That's your secret," I said in a loud voice.
Her face turned very white, and she said, "I didn't go to see anyone."
"Can't you tell the truth?" I said.
"I already told the truth," she said.
I was very angry.
I don't remember exactly what I said to her,
but I said very strong words to her.
I finally left her house.
She called me the next day, but I didn't want to talk to her.
I went to the United States with Pablo for a month.
When I got back here, the first thing I knew was that Ana María had died.
She had come down with a very bad flu,
and had died in five days.
After that, I didn't want to leave my house for a long time.
I didn't want to see anyone.
I loved her very much, madly.
I loved her very much, madly.
I had never felt so much love for a woman.
I asked him, "Did you go to that old house again?"
"Yes, I did," Carlos said.
"One day I went to that house.
I couldn't help it. I had to get out of my doubts.
When I arrived, a lady opened the door for me.
I asked her if she had any free rooms
She said:
"Well, a lady is supposed to use the main hall,
but I haven't seen her in three months.
Since she hasn't come to pay, you can stay there."
I showed her the photo of Ana María and asked her:
"Is this the lady?"
"Yes, she is, sir. When is she coming back?" she said.
"She died," I said.
"Oh, it can't be! She was my best client.
She gave me a hundred dollars a week
just to sit in the main room once in a while
," she said.
"Was she meeting someone here?" I asked.
But the woman assured me she wasn't.
She said Ana Maria always came alone, and she didn't see anyone.
"And what the hell was she doing there?", I asked her.
The lady said:
"She just liked to sit there, in the main room.
She liked to read books, and sometimes drink tea too.
I didn't know what to say,
so I gave her ten dollars and left.
Now, what do you think? Do you think the woman in that old house was telling the truth?
"Yes, I think she told you the truth."
- "And then why did Ana María go to that place?"
-"My dear Carlos, <PRESIDIO_ANONYMIZED_PERSON> was simply a woman who liked mystery a lot.
She liked to be in that great old-style room, with her black dress,
as if she were in a novel.
She had a passion for secrets ,
but in reality she herself was just a sphinx with no secret."
-"Do you really believe it?"
"I'm sure," I said.
Carlos looked at the photo again, and said, "I wonder..."
Ttulo: [Spanish Audiobook] The Sphinx without a secret
Leyenda: Carlos falls in love with a mysterious woman he sees on the street. Will he ever find out what her mystery is? Classic short story by Oscar Wilde.

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Original title: The Sphinx Without A Secret.
Author: Oscar Wilde.

Spanish version: Miguel Lescano