¡La diversión no debe parar!
Y menos en una fiesta infantil, por eso los padres de Ylan, contrataron el mejor festejo para celebrar su cumpleaños número 7, abarcaba todo lo que te puedas imaginar para una celebración así, decoración completa, castillo inflable, todo tipo de dulces, botanas y bebidas para los niños, música infantil, hasta un payaso para animar la fiesta.
Así comenzó la fiesta de Ylan, llegaron al rededor de 20 niños y algunos de sus padres, entre compañeros de clase, vecinos y familiares. La casa era muy grande y la parte más amplia de todo lo que habían preparado para la fiesta, estaba en el patio de la casa, bello jardín trasero con grama, árboles y flores, todo muy bien decorado.
El payaso comenzó su show, a pesar de su maquillaje, se podía ver qué era un hombre que rondaba los 40 años, pero con una vitalidad asombrosa, realizaba todo tipo de juegos y dinámicas con los niños, desde actos de magia, chistes y bailes para divertirlos, en algunos incluía a los adultos, cosa que hacía reír más a los niños y traía diversión también a ellos, vamos, el payaso era el centro de la fiesta, lo que algunos llaman un "show-man", caracterizando todo tipo de muecas y actos de magia para divertir y entretener a todos por igual.
Con todo lo que hacía no parecía cansado o al menos no lo demostraba, también era algo difícil notarlo con tanto maquillaje. Él se hacía llamar Repiyin, ya se había ganado el corazón y el alma de todos en la fiesta, se notaba que era un profesional con mucha experiencia en ese trabajo, nunca habían visto un payaso como ese, comentaban los adultos, algunos ya le habían pedido el número de la agencia a los padres de Ylan para contratarlo en el cumpleaños de sus hijos.
No había quien no tuviera algo que hacer con el payaso, que como alma de la fiesta estaba en todos lados. En un momento estaba haciendo uno de sus actos y se detuvo de repente, se puso la mano en el pecho y con una extraña expresión en el rostro se dejó caer, los niños se descuajaban de la risa por la payasada, los adultos que estaban cerca también reían, aunque fueron los primeros en notar que ya no se levantaba.
Algo pasaba, uno de los niños se le acercó y trató de moverlo pensando que era otra de sus bromas, pero la expresión en su cara lo asustó y también darse cuenta de que no se movía, otro de los niños gritó ¡Está muerto, Repiyin se murió!
Todos los niños gritaban y comenzaron a llorar, muchos corrieron tratando de encontrar a sus padres buscando consuelo, inmediatamente se acercaron los adultos a atenderlo. Uno de ellos trató de darle reanimación cardio-pulmonar mientras otro llamaba al 911, pero no había nada que hacer, no tenía pulso, la parte de sus labios que ya no tenía maquillaje se notaba morada, signo de la falta de vida.
La fiesta dio un vuelco total, entre los gritos y llanto de los niños, los adultos que no paraban de hablar alterados, tratando de buscar que hacer. Ylan se abrazó a su madre y no despegaba la cara de su pierna, su fiesta, sus amigos, su nuevo amigo, el payaso, no cambian en su mente tantas cosas en su pequeña cabecita y su agitado corazón.
Los invitados se estaban yendo todos, quedaban algunos familiares de la casa que estaban dando apoyo, al llegar la ambulancia, los paramédicos solo confirmaron lo que ya sabían, probablemente le había dado un infarto fulminante, dejando en el acto al pobre payaso.
Después de haberse ido todos y quedar la casa hecha un desastre, la mamá de Ylan notó un bolso que estaba detrás de un mueble, lo reconoció, era del payaso, lo había visto cuando llegó. Lo registró pensando en ver si encontraba alguna identificación, sentía curiosidad por saber el nombre real del hombre que dio hasta su último aliento, todo para hacerlos felices por un rato.
Encontró su cartera, se llamaba Héctor Zambrano, tenía 41 años de edad y era divorciado, también había varios medicamentos que reconoció, antidepresivos y otros eran para el corazón. Le llamó la atención un sobre, al abrirlo había un documento con fecha reciente, emitida por un tribunal, le rechazaban la solicitud de visita de paternidad.
Solo podía imaginar la vida de ese hombre, lo que había descubierto contrastaba tanto con lo que les demostró en esa tarde, mientras estaba sumergido en un mundo de sufrimiento y tristeza, entregaba a los demás alegrías y gozo.
Este relato está inspirado en un poema de mi autoría "Sólo un triste payaso", les recomiendo leerlo.
Fun should never stop!
And even less in a children's party, that's why Ylan's parents, hired the best party to celebrate his 7th birthday, it included everything you can imagine for such a celebration, complete decoration, bouncy castle, all kinds of sweets, snacks and drinks for the kids, children's music, even a clown to liven up the party.
So began Ylan's party, around 20 children and some of their parents arrived, among classmates, neighbors and relatives. The house was very large and the most spacious part of everything they had prepared for the party, was in the courtyard of the house, beautiful backyard with grass, trees and flowers, all nicely decorated.
The clown began his show, despite his makeup, you could see what was a man who was around 40 years old, but with an amazing vitality, he performed all kinds of games and dynamics with the children, from magic acts, jokes and dances to amuse them, in some cases he included the adults, which made the children laugh more and brought fun to them too, come on, the clown was the center of the party, what some call a "show-man", characterizing all kinds of grimaces and magic acts to amuse and entertain everyone equally.
With everything he was doing, he didn't look tired or at least he didn't show it, it was also difficult to notice with so much makeup. He called himself Repiyin, he had already won the hearts and souls of everyone at the party, you could tell he was a professional with a lot of experience in that job, they had never seen a clown like that, the adults commented, some had already asked Ylan's parents for the agency's number to hire him for their children's birthday.
There was no one who didn't have something to do with the clown, who as the life of the party was everywhere. At one point he was doing one of his acts and suddenly stopped, he put his hand on his chest and with a strange expression on his face he let himself fall down, the children were cracking up laughing at the clowning, the adults who were nearby were laughing too, One of the children approached him and tried to move him thinking it was another one of his jokes, but the expression on his face frightened him and also realizing that he was not moving, another of the children shouted "He is dead, Repiyin is dead!
All the children screamed and began to cry, many ran trying to find their parents looking for comfort, immediately the adults approached to attend him. One of them tried to give him cardio-pulmonary resuscitation while another one called 911, but there was nothing to do, he had no pulse, the part of his lips that no longer had makeup was noticeable purple, a sign of lifelessness.
The party turned completely upside down, amidst the screaming and crying of the children, the adults who kept talking upset, trying to figure out what to do. Ylan hugged his mother and did not take his face off his leg, his party, his friends, his new friend, the clown, do not change in his mind so many things in his little head and his agitated heart.
The guests were all leaving, there were some family members left in the house who were giving support, when the ambulance arrived, the paramedics only confirmed what they already knew, he had probably had a fulminant heart attack, leaving the poor clown in the act.
After everyone had left and the house was a mess, Ylan's mother noticed a bag behind a piece of furniture, she recognized it, it was the clown's, she had seen it when she arrived. She searched it thinking to see if she could find any identification, she was curious to know the real name of the man who gave his last breath, all to make them happy for a while.
He found his wallet, his name was Hector Zambrano, he was 41 years old and divorced, there were also several medications that he recognized, antidepressants and others were for the heart. An envelope caught his attention, when he opened it there was a document with a recent date, issued by a court, they were rejecting his request for paternity visitation.
He could only imagine the life of that man, what he had discovered contrasted so much with what he had shown them that afternoon, while he was immersed in a world of suffering and sadness, he gave others joy and happiness.
Translated with www.DeepL.com/Translator (free version)
This story is inspired by a poem of my authorship "Just a sad clown", I recommend you read it
