Where can i find The entire story of un oso y un amor translated?

Answer 1

Un oso y un amor ( A bear and a love) by Sabine Ulibarri

The Mountains

It was the end of June. The birth of the sheep in the spring and the shearing was over. The flock was climbing the mountain. Abran pointed and directed the flock. Me, in front with 6 donkeys carrying goods. From here on life would be slow and peaceful.

I found an adequate place. I unloaded the donkeys. I set the tent. I cut branches for the beds. I started fixing

something to eat for when Abran arrives. Already the first sheep were arriving. Every once in a while, I would go out to stop them and move them around so they would get familiar with the camp site. The grass was tall and lush. The aspen trees were tall and white. Their leaves were moving like singing to a song of life and joy. The smells and the flowers were good. The icy, crystal clear water of the stream. Everything was

peace and harmony. That is why the gods live in the mountains. The mountains are an eternal feast.

The little pots were boiling. The sheep were pacing or sleeping. I was contemplating the beauty and the grandeur of nature.

The banquet

All of a sudden, I heard familiar voices and laughter. I gave a shout. It was my friends from Tierra Amarilla. Abelito Sanchez accompanied with Clorinda Chavez, and Shirley Cantel. The four of us were in the 3 year of secondary

school. We were 15 years old.

We unsaddled and we staked out our horses. And we started to enjoy the moment. There was so much to say. Questions. Jokes. So much laughter to renew. Now that I remember it, I shudder. How beautiful that was. We were young. We knew how to love and sing. Without liquor, without drugs and without vulgarity.

When Abran arrived, we ate. I had a tasty and good smelling roast side of lamb cooked over coals. They brought delicacies that you're not used to eating in the mountains. The joy and the good food and the friendship converted this place into a banquet to be remembered forever.

Shirley

Shirley Cantel and I grew up together. Since we were children, we went to school together. I used to carry her books. Later we used to bring in the cows every afternoon. We used to play in the stables or in the haystacks. We used to

have horse races. In the school plays, she and I played important roles. We always competed to see who would get the best grades. We never thought we'd be in love. Last year, for the first time, we discovered it, I don't know how. Now this relationship would be serious. Today I see it as a glorious illusion.

Shirley had a white dove that attracted a lot of attention. She always used to take it out when she rode on the horse. The dove used to sit on her shoulder, or it would be perched on the mane, or on the rump of the horse. The dove

got to know me and love me also. Sometimes the dove used to go with me too. It used to fly away and come back. The dove was another sentimental bridge between the two of us. Today it recognized me. Immediately , it perched on my shoulder. It sensual cooing in my ear was a message from its owner.

Shirley was a north American, but she spoke Spanish just like me. This was the usual in Tierra Amarilla. Almost all the north Americans then spoke Spanish. We were one single society, we got along well.

The Bear

Jokes and tricks. Laughter and more laughter. Fleeting flirtations. Loaded questions. Unexpected answers. The party in its height.

All of a sudden, the herd got scared. It whipped from one side to another. It came towards us like a wave. Bleats of terror. Something had frightened the herd.

I grabbed the rifle. I tell Shirley "Come with me. Lets go hand in hand". Coming around a bush, we found ourselves with a bear. He has killed a sheep. He has ripped open the entrails. The bear has the snout bleeding. We were very close.

Normally, the bear runs away when it encounters a human. But there are exceptions: when there are cubs, when he is wounded, or when he has tasted blood. At the moment he becomes very fierce. Even a dog becomes fierce when he's eating.

This was a young bear. It probably was 2 or 3 years old. These are the most daring and dangerous. We interrupted its dinner. He became furious and he came at us.

The others came at us. They were contemplating the drama. The bear was coming closer to us very slowly. He stopped, shook his head and growled. We backed up little by little, until we bumped against a fallen tree. There was no choice. We had to confront the animal.

Nobody did anything to help me. Nobody said anything. The girls were silent. Nobody was hysterical. Perhaps if I was by myself, I would've been scared to death. But there was my girlfriend on my side. Her life depended on me. The

others were looking on. I never felt so sure of my self. I never felt like such a man, never so manly. I felt primitive defending my woman. Her and the others had confidence in me.

I raised the rifle, I aimed, I fired. The shot went into the open mouth and came out from the nape of the neck. The shot echoed on the mountains. The bear fell dead at our feet. Shirley gave me hug. I wanted to die of happiness.

I skinned the animal myself. I felt its warm blood on my hands and on my arms. I felt like a conqueror.

In another occasion, I gave Shirley a ring as a gift that my mother had given to me. In another occasion, a box of candies. This occasion, I gave her the skin of the bear that she knew in a very scary moment. When she left, the took with her the skin, tied tightly in the straps of the saddle

Memories

The years went by. I went to one university and she to another. That separated us. Then came the war. That separated us even more. When a river divides in two, there is no way that the two rivers can come together again.

I haven't seen her since those days. Every once in a while someone tells me something about her. I know she got married and that she has a family, and that she lives very far away. I remember with lots of love from time to time of

that wonderful youth that I shared with her.

Recently and old friend of mine told me that he saw her, there where she lives, and he met her family. He told me that on the floor, in front of the fireplace, there is a bearskin rug. She remembers also.

Answer 2

it's not French