Mi niño escapó en este día, y no pude detenerlo, quiso soñar nuevamente, creer lo que años atrás, le prometí tantas veces.
Que tristeza debió sentir, al ver la clase de adulto, que soy, en estos momentos.
Mientras él lloraba y se encaprichaba, yo llenaba de rabia, la vasija del ahora.
¿Qué pasó? se preguntó por un instante. No hay justicia en el mundo, ¡Fuimos estafados! Nada es, como creímos antes.
La vida no fue amable, el mundo cambió muy rápido, me justificaba ante él, para no verlo decepcionado.
Pero él me miró, con los ojos sollozos, me preguntó, si yo era feliz, si nunca nadie, me había roto.
No supe que responderle, pues mi mente dice una cosa, pero mi corazón no lo siente.
La razón me dice que sí, los sentimientos gritan que no.
Aprendimos mucho, maduramos. Aprendimos a callar, para no pelear. A no soñar para no acabar, decepcionados.
Descubrimos en estos últimos tiempos, que nuestros sueños no eran sueños, y que los años, cada vez más rápidos, salieron huyendo.
Lo lamento, mi regordete pequeñín, hacemos lo que podemos, con lo poco que tenemos, pero esa palabra que mencionaste, se borro al instante en que te vi.
Mis prioridades son otras, y tú gastaste la poca alegría, que fuimos ahorrando, en nuestra juventud.
Ahora, solo queda abrazarnos, lanzar un suspiro hondo al aire, y seguir sobreviviendo hasta que Dios, se apiade de nosotros y decida llamarnos.
Adiós.
My child escaped on this day, and I couldn't stop him, he wanted to dream again, to believe what years ago, I promised him so many times.
How sad he must have felt, seeing the kind of adult, I am now. While he cried and became infatuated, I filled the vessel of now with rage.
What happened?, he asked himself for a moment. There is no justice in the world, we were scammed!
Nothing was, as we believed before.
Life was not kind, the world changed very quickly, I justified myself before him, so as not to see him disappointed.
But he looked at me, with sobbing eyes, he asked me, if I was happy.
I didn't know what to answer, because my mind says one thing, but my heart doesn't feel it.
Reason tells me yes, feelings scream at me no.
We learned a lot, we matured. We learned to keep quiet, so as not to fight. Not to dream, so as not to end up disappointed.
We discovered in recent times, that our dreams were not dreams, and that the years, increasingly faster, fled away.
I'm sorry, my chubby little one, we do what we can, with the little we have, but that word you mentioned, was erased instantly, when I saw you.
My priorities are other, and you spent the little joy we saved, in our youth.
Now, all that remains is to embrace each other, to release, a deep sigh, into the air, and continue surviving until God, takes pity on us, and decides to call us.
Espero que esta carta te encuentre en buen estado y, como siempre, positivo. Quiero aprovechar esta oportunidad para recordarte lo buena persona qué eres y cuánto valor aportas a cada aspecto de vuestra vida.
En los momentos de duda, recuerda que tu valía no depende de la aprobación de los demás, solo de la tuya. No cargues con todo el peso de tener que impresionar a quienes, sinceramente, no te aprecian. Ni demostrar, a quienes no le importa, de lo que eres capaz de hacer. Eres una persona única, aunque creo que eso ya lo sabes, con tus propias habilidades y talentos, eso es algo que nadie puede quitarte.
Quiero recordarte también que solo puedes aconsejar a quien quiere ser aconsejado. A veces, por mucho que intentemos ayudar a los demás, no siempre están listos o dispuestos a escuchar. ¡Y está bien! No es un reflejo de tu capacidad para dar consejos o ayudar, sino simplemente un recordatorio de que cada uno tiene su propio camino, sus propios planes y maneja sus propios tiempos.
Por último, pero no menos importante, quiero que sepas que eres un padre increíble. Veo la dedicación, el amor y el esfuerzo que pones en tu rol y estoy muy impresionado. Recuerda que, en un país donde los buenos padres escasean, y por montones, eres parte de esa minoría, como yo, que está intentando romper paradigmas. Tienes un corazón lleno de amor y siempre haces lo mejor para tu hijo y eso es todo lo que importa. Aunque no sea algo que nos lo recuerden a diario; entre hombres nos podemos decir qué estas haciendo un gran trabajo y tu primogénito es reflejo de tu buen corazón.
Mantén tu cabeza siempre en alto y sigue adelante con la confianza de saber que eres una persona que estas haciendo las cosas bien, recuerda que hay miles de casos más complicados que los tuyos, pero todos estamos ahí, juntos, peleando la buena batalla, remando a contracorriente, tratando de dar nuestro mayor esfuerzo.
Solo el futuro y Dios juzgará, en un futuro lejano, si logramos cumplir nuestras metas.
Te deseo lo mejor,
El pastor.
Dear friend,
I hope this letter finds you in good shape and, as always, positive. I want to take this opportunity to remind you what a good person you are and how much value you bring to every aspect of your life.
In moments of doubt, remember that your worth does not depend on the approval of others, only your own. Don’t carry the entire burden of having to impress those who, honestly, don’t appreciate you or demonstrate, to those who don’t care, what you are capable of doing. You are a unique person, although I think you already know that, with your own skills and talents, and that is something that no one can take away from you.
I also want to remind you that you can only advise those who want to be advised. Sometimes, no matter how much we try to help others, they are not always ready or willing to listen. And it’s OK! It is not a reflection of your ability to give advice or help, but simply a reminder that everyone has their own path, their own plans and manages their own times.
Last but not least, I want you to know that you are an amazing father. I see the dedication, love and effort you put into your role and I am impressed. Remember that in a country where good parents are lacking, and in abundance, you are part of that minority, like me, that is trying to break paradigms. You have a heart full of love and you always do what is best for your child, and that is all that matters. Although it is not something that we are reminded of daily, among men we can tell each other that you are doing a great job and your firstborn is a reflection of your good heart.
Keep your head up high and move forward with the confidence of knowing that you are a person who is doing things right, remember that there are thousands of cases more complicated than yours, but we are all there, together, fighting the good fight, rowing against the current, trying to give our best effort.
Only the future and God will judge, in the distant future, if we manage to achieve our goals.
Entre líneas bien escritas
y cambios de formato
entrego mi esperanza.
Hojas mesuradas
colgadas de una foto
en una fría plataforma
parto mí conocimiento.
Late a mil mi corazón por la ansiedad
malgastando mis ojos llorosos
embriagándome por la angustia.
Leyendo de ofertas y propuestas
postulaciones vacías
que no tienen retorno
de los reclutadores.
En la crisis permanente
de ver gastos y no inversiones
solo somos números
para la gran empresa.
Donde regatean tu valor
juzgan tus características
minimizan tus logros
pero al final
usan el mismo cliché:
“No eres tú, somos nosotros”.
Qué pena ver
la experiencia desangrada
las habilidades omitidas
las esperanzas crucificadas.
Qué pena observar
al tirano buscando
entre los sobrevivientes
a los nuevos esclavos.
El más fácil de explotar
más sencillo de abusar
mas barato en el mercado.
The prices of the basic basket rise more and more in Latin America. Lemon, sugar and rice have increased their prices by one hundred and fifteen percent. People who cook, whether to feed their family or for work, are running out of ideas for the daily menu.
We have a minister of economy who only talks nonsense through the media and an absent president, who only shows up when it comes to social works to boast of her image.
The morning news only shows the empty streets of the city, the hospitals with long lines of patients and/or the violent strikes of one or another union of workers fighting against the police force.
I get out of bed and leave my room to go to the kitchen to get a glass of water, hoping it’s drinkable, while I watch my father watch the news complaining about the government. – One knows that this is common in elderly people. -My mother, covered with a mask, washes the dishes that we left dirty the night before, while she listens to the bad moods of her old husband in front of the television.
The three of us have been marked with the vaccine against the plague that plagues the world. I have three stripes on my arm symbolizing the three doses that correspond to my age, while my father and mother have five and four respectively.
12:00
Today it’s time to go to the market to buy more supplies. My father can’t go because of his age, he could and he wouldn’t want to, but we don’t let him. We get tough on him when we make these decisions. – I know it would be ugly to die from asphyxiation, perhaps one of the worst deaths there could be. But, it doesn’t matter to me, it’s not that I have much desire to continue existing in a society as rotten as the virus that harasses us. –
Welcome to Latin America!
14:00
I arrive from the supermarket carrying around eight bags in my hands, bringing basic foods such as potatoes, onions, tomatoes, rice, sugar, among others. I only had to walk about three blocks from where I bought them, although it seemed longer because of the bright sun that kept making me sweat.
As soon as I arrive, my younger sister is waiting for me with a hose in hand to perform a very archaic disinfection process on me. – It’s like a double bathroom. -I leave the supplies in a tray so that they can be disinfected with alcohol by my mother, while my sister sprays me with pressurized cold water to get rid of any «polluting agent» that she may bring in from the street. – It is surprising that I have not caught a cold to date. –
We had lunch in silence in the kitchen, while we continued watching the news from our beloved tabloid press. It seems that these gentlemen were paid much more, for ruining the lunch of all the families in the country, putting depressing images on the television.
We only see robberies, assaults and scams. One or another politician blaming another political group; which, in turn, they define as «doing politics», blaming them for the current situation and vociferating that with them in power this situation will be different. Then to soothe the endless social depression they give us some sports for dessert, to stoke the little hope that is in our hearts. – As if goals healed people -.
A very famous doctor in the media, recommends not getting depressed and having a good mental system so as not to fall into this terrible disease while the other hours of the day fill our heads with anguish and make us crave for not knowing what will happen tomorrow .
16:00
Bored of being locked up in my room playing video games, I go out to the door of my house to get some air. I breathe while I see how the dust covers the electrical cables on the roofs of each homes.
I return to the kitchen, only to realize that my parents are resting in their room and they probably plan on not coming back downstairs until tomorrow. I drink a glass of water and return to my room to see if I can entertain myself with a serie on streaming.
20:00
A commotion is heard in the distance that grows as more neighbors join in on this bustle. Society decided to hit a pot with a ladle as a sign of solidarity towards the professionals who are on the front line of battle. Doctors, Nurses, Police and Firefighters who have to deal with the incidents of confinement. This collective hubbub lasts for about fifteen minutes and then everything falls silent again. -It seems that today will once again be a day to go to bed early, a day to forget. –
