By Javier Oil:
Yesterday was the birthday the largest and (almost) the youngest of the women in my family.
One was like my grandmother but not join us in blood, making it more grandmother if it's because it is for reasons deeper than blood and chance, it is by choice and love.
The other is my little niece Lola, this swarm of untapped potential that has a thousand lives inside and soul of a philosopher without knowing . The two have it and taught me and taught me a lot, although most of them are not what I said and little is not yet old enough to understand. I want this serves to tell the first and hope that one day a few years, another listen to the recording of this program and be aware of what I knew when I knew nothing. Most complied
87 years, the small 3. were born the same day to 84 years apart and although I do not believe in astrology or coincidences, something that unites them is something that makes them two very similar. Seeing the small Lola learn'm relearning what my grandmother taught me adopted my grandmother Casta, is the name (she does not like his name, to me it does because the content of a given name the person).
From her I learned very young that there is no better toy your own head. I've done hundreds of miles on it without moving train the couch. She moved my legs as if the locomotive vieles, snorting and bellowing like an overflowing pot to explode and set off, whistling, and took the curves screeching metal wheels that imaginary train exactly as I envisioned he had seen in western movies on Saturday afternoon. much would be back to get on that train and go through those canyons of western and sink into the darkness of a tunnel downhill, traveling at the speed of light.
The other day I could do it. At least I could remember. Lola made me remember. Three Kings Day. Lola had brought a few gifts of those good, sophisticated, designed to stimulate their creativity ... Gifts purchased, of course. To make it more exciting to find the treasure, we had hide one of them and propose a game had to follow footprints that we left on the floor throughout the house and indicated the road.
A badly cut marks on paper of different colors. So bad were made that the biggest cost them admitted that they were silhouettes of the sole of a shoe. She did not. "A footprint cried when he saw the first on the floor. Followed the rest and found the gift that was playing for a while until his restless attention dispersed. was dispersed to inquire about what really drew attention : the traces of bad paper cut that had not cost a single euro ...
But she had found footprints were magic that could transform into anything your imagination like . Lola spent the evening serving coffee and pastries in those pieces of paper. If you asked milk, ran to a light switch, pressed, placed underneath one of the papers and returned with a jug of milk. For sugar and stir the coffee did not need or role: your imagination and movement of his hand created the cubes and spoons. By the way, was very good. Hot but delicious.
And then saw the smoke out of my cup I thought I saw smoke come out of the chimney of that train my grandmother managed to recreate third spongy and pliable in my infantile mind ... Because there is moldable toy
our head ... Yesterday I called my adoptive grandmother to congratulate him on his 87 birthday. He told me that sometimes lies hoping not to reawaken to avoid further suffering the pains of old age and their bones that make it so hard you move. But he added, what happens is that after the morning when I wake up light sun coming through the window , I'm glad to be alive to see it ...
Lola also has a way of expressing the joy of the sun coming through the window. For her, that ray of light, the ultimate expression of a happy day is the birthday. not only yours. Makes you happy birthday to anyone. And if it's own, just imagine ... what he likes best is to sing happy birthday ...
Yesterday when they called to congratulate her, not expecting anyone to sing it, sing it herself ... And all that happiness has succeeded in condensing a single sentence that sometimes leave of you wishing you the best: What is your birthday . In truth, the whole sentence is: What is your birthday and a kiss for your cousin. We do not know what payment relates. imagine that his little mind is playing with words as he plays with the pieces of paper.
I'll try to play more with my head and see if I get to be my birthday more often. I do not think it gets, even to play with my mind, is glad to be alive when I wake up. it because when I wake up, the sun still does not fit anywhere.
I hope today is your birthday and give him a kiss from me to your premium ...
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