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Es como raro que puedas extrañar a alguien a quien no conociste lo suficiente; lo peor, no por pretextos de ninguno, no por pleitos, sino por azares de la pinche vida.Cuándo era niña, crecí con el sentimiento de culpa........no sé, es como si algo me hubiera hecho pensar por muchos años que no era digna yo de conocerle.
Conforme pasó el tiempo, entendí que las circunstancias son meramente eso; no tienen explicación, no tienen porqué, no tienen nada.
Acabo de llegar y parece un intento de brujería o casualidad enferma lo que me acaba de pasar.
Nunca me llevé bien con la familia de mi papá (demasiada podredumbre en tantas personas), y la "relación" (por así decirle, aunque la palabra correcta es "sentimiento") se hizo más fea e intensa al pasar de los años.
Miré a una de sus hermanas pasar justo por enfrente de mi casa......volteó, miró que yo estaba afuera poniéndole agua a los perros, y me saludó...........no pude contener mi ira y reaccioné de la única manera que sé: le paré el dedo y me puse a llorar.
Tenía tanto que no lloraba así.....en este momento, estoy todavía con el sentimiento y con la impotencia, y con la ira y con todo revuelto.
Quizá fué mejor nunca más volver a tratarlos, no era sano después de tanta mierda y tanto dolor ocasionados a mi mamá.
Hace poco fuí al panteón, y me enteré de que el papá de mi papá había fallecido hace 2 meses.
Curioso, la lápida estaba vacía, abandonada; ahí me cayó el 20 de la calidad de seres humanos que son (aparte de todo lo que me enteré que le hacían al pobre señor -no puedo ni siquiera llamarlo "abuelo", por la lejanía-).
La otra parte de la brujería es, que hoy es el cumple de mi jefe (si, ES, tampoco puedo hablar en pasado respecto a él), y me preguntaron: "a que se dedica tu papá?", a lo que respondí: "es contador público" (negación total).
Ya después, escuchando el radio, sonó la canción que aún le produce escalofríos a ésta que escribe y a su señora madre.....he aquí:
Goodbye to you, my trusted friend.
We've known each other since we're nine or ten.
Together we climbed hills or trees.
Learned of love and ABC's,
skinned our hearts and skinned our knees.
Goodbye my friend, it's hard to die,
when all the birds are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
Pretty girls are everywhere.
When you see them I'll be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the hills that we climbed
were just seasons out of time.
Goodbye, Papa, please pray for me,
I was the black sheep of the family.
You tried to teach me right from wrong.
Too much wine and too much song,
wonder how I get along.
Goodbye, Papa, it's hard to die
when all the birds are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
Little children everywhere.
When you see them I'll be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the wine and the song,
like the seasons, all have gone.
Goodbye, Michelle, my little one.
You gave me love and helped me find the sun.
And every time that I was down
you would always come around
and get my feet back on the ground.
Goodbye, Michelle, it's hard to die
when all the bird are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
With the flowers ev'rywhere.
I whish that we could both be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the stars we could reach
were just starfishs on the beach
We've known each other since we're nine or ten.
Together we climbed hills or trees.
Learned of love and ABC's,
skinned our hearts and skinned our knees.
Goodbye my friend, it's hard to die,
when all the birds are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
Pretty girls are everywhere.
When you see them I'll be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the hills that we climbed
were just seasons out of time.
Goodbye, Papa, please pray for me,
I was the black sheep of the family.
You tried to teach me right from wrong.
Too much wine and too much song,
wonder how I get along.
Goodbye, Papa, it's hard to die
when all the birds are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
Little children everywhere.
When you see them I'll be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the wine and the song,
like the seasons, all have gone.
Goodbye, Michelle, my little one.
You gave me love and helped me find the sun.
And every time that I was down
you would always come around
and get my feet back on the ground.
Goodbye, Michelle, it's hard to die
when all the bird are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
With the flowers ev'rywhere.
I whish that we could both be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the stars we could reach
were just starfishs on the beach
Pinche vida macabra........me juega unos pinches traspies bien sucios y hace que el corazón se me oprima sin dejarme respirar por minutos.
Pinche vida macabra.......después de todo, se que mi papá está teniendo un muy feliz cumpleaños.
Pinche vida macabra.......después de todo, se que mi papá está teniendo un muy feliz cumpleaños.
AUDIO
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HUMOR
desconcertada
DATO CURIOSO
Extrañen en vida, ya después, la validez se hace nula
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HUMOR
desconcertada
DATO CURIOSO
Extrañen en vida, ya después, la validez se hace nula
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