¡¡¡Holaaa!!! Navegantes de esta increíble comunidad a través de mis humildes pero amados escritos, espero poder hacerlos viajar y escapar por un momento de sus realidades, eso sería para mí un inmenso honor, desde ya estaré atento a sus comentarios y sin más vamos a lo nuestro...
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EL VIEJO:
Pero hoy en especial hace ya un rato largo está mirando el sol como hipnotizado, valla uno a saber a qué distancia, de este punto, perdido en sus pensamientos blancos.
Antes lo esquivaba, diciendo que el brillo de su luz lo enceguecía, y se refugiaba en la sombra, fue el Guri o cachorrito, su nieto quien le disolvió las mañas, las pulgas, con sus espadas de luz una para él y otra para su abuelo.
Nadie sabe el momento exacto en que le nació está pasión irrefrenable, creo que él tampoco se dio cuenta, esa inocencia que conserva tan arraigada permitió que surgiera y creciera ese amor mutuo.
Su eterno compañero de juegos, el adulto más niño que tata Dios le ha obsequiado a ese chiquilín.
Y para él la chispa de vida que lo ayuda a cruzar su tercera o cuarta edad valla uno a saber. Cuando habla de él, no sabemos si recuerda su nombre pero lo apodo el Principito dice que lo enamora escucharlo reír y los hoyuelos que brotan en sus mejillas, su picardía y el asombró con el que trata de descubrir las cosas simples de la vida, se le iluminan los rostros ha ambos apenas se ven y se funden en interminables abrazos que parecen llegar hasta el alma, bailan una danza ancestral la cual ellos solos conocen y en su cara se dibuja una sonrisa, algo que parece haber olvidado hace tiempo de cómo hacerlo.
Nadie puede descifrarlo, pero para el chiquilín... no le duele nada, se revuelcan en el suelo, trota como si el corazón fuera el poseedor de la tan preciada sortija y pidiera otra vuelta, cómo en la arrumbada ya, calesita de alguna plaza pueblerina.
Lo trepa a su espalda y salen a cabalgar y enfrentarse contra los molinos de viento... Tal vez imaginó, solo está ahí al solcito con su mirada aletargada porque lo está esperando como sabiendo valla a saber cómo que hoy es el día… Extrañándolo, necesitando que aparezca su nieto del alma y simplemente lo rescate de su fría soledad, esa que sentimos todos aunque estemos rodeados de gente y lo devuelva mágicamente a la vida, cómo solo él, sabe hacerlo.
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Hellooo!!! Navigators of this incredible community through my humble but beloved writings, I hope to be able to make you travel and escape for a moment from your realities, that would be an immense honor for me, from now on I will be attentive to your comments and without further ado let's do our thing. ..
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THE OLD:
But today especially he has been looking at the sun for a long time as if hypnotized, who knows how far, from this point, lost in his white thoughts.
Before he avoided it, saying that the brightness of its light blinded him, and he took refuge in the shadows, it was the Guri or puppy, his grandson who dissolved his tricks, the fleas, with his swords of light, one for him and one for his grandfather.
Nobody knows the exact moment in which this unstoppable passion was born, I think he didn't realize it either, that innocence that he keeps so deeply rooted allowed that mutual love to emerge and grow.
His eternal playmate, the youngest adult that God has given to that little boy.
And for him the spark of life that helps him cross his third or fourth age is one to know. When he talks about him, we don't know if he remembers his name but he nicknamed him the Little Prince says he falls in love with hearing him laugh and the dimples that sprout on his cheeks, his mischief and the astonishment with which he tries to discover the simple things in life, he they light up their faces, they both barely see each other and merge into endless hugs that seem to reach the soul, they dance an ancestral dance which they alone know and a smile appears on their face, something that seems to have forgotten how to do it a long time ago .
No one can decipher it, but for the little boy... it doesn't hurt at all, they roll around on the ground, jog as if the heart were the owner of the precious ring and asked for another ride, as in the already ruined, merry-go-round of some square country girl
He climbs it on his back and they go out to ride and fight against the windmills... Perhaps he imagined, he is just there in the sun with his lethargic look because he is waiting for him as if knowing who knows how that today is the day... Missing him, needing his grandson of the soul to appear and simply rescue him from his cold loneliness, the one we all feel even if we are surrounded by people and magically bring him back to life, how only he knows how to do it.
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