3 de abril de 2017

Chista y Wahram

Con motivo de una posible escapada al teatro para ver Mamma Mia! me puse de nuevo la banda sonora, que tantas veces he disfrutado. Slipping through my fingers ya era una de mis canciones favoritas, pero de repente tuvo un significado nuevo, cuando me di cuenta de toda la tristeza y el sentimiento de desazón con que Chista podía estar cantándola pensando en su hermano pequeño. Y tenía que dejarlo por escrito, porque aunque a veces piense que mis "dramas literarios" no son para tanto, me acuerdo de Verethraqna perdiendo a su hermana y se me rompe el corazón. 

Pobre Chista. Ella era la única que se imaginaba el desastre. 



He leaves home in the early morning waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile.
watch him go with a surge of that well known sadness, and I have to sit down for a while.

The feeling that I'm losing him forever and without really entering his world.
I'm glad whenever I can share his laughter... that funny little boy!

Slipping through my fingers all the time I try to capture every minute.
The feeling in it.
Slipping through my fingers all the time.
Do I really see what's in his mind each time I think I'm close to knowing.
He keeps on growing. 
Slipping through my fingers all the time. 

Then, when he's gone, there's that odd melancholy feeling and a sense of guilt I can't deny.
What happened to the wonderful adventures, the places I had planned for us to go?
Well, some of that we did, but most we didn't, and why, I just don't know.

Slipping through my fingers all the time I try to capture every minute.
The feeling in it.
Slipping through my fingers all the time.
Do I really see what's in his mind each time I think I'm close to knowing.
He keeps on growing. 
Slipping through my fingers all the time.

Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture and save it from the funny tricks of time.
Slipping through my fingers...!

He leaves home in the early morning waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile.



"—Te quiero mucho, Wahram —susurró.

—Y yo a ti también —musitó él, tan cómodo entre sus brazos. No había sitio más seguro en toda la creación que junto a su hermana mayor."

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