Hispaliterario 37: Los caramelos del ángel/ The angel's candies (ESP/ ENG)
Los caramelos del ángel
Cuando Chuíto se baja del autobús cuenta las monedas y son muy pocas. Camina rápido hacia la esquina donde están los otros niños, que como él se montan en los buses a vender golosinas. Camina rápido porque la noche está cerca y las calles son peligrosas. La noche es una dama puntual que oscurece las cosas y la maldad es un animal que acecha en cualquier avenida.
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_No hice nada. Tengo la caja casi completica –respondió Chuíto con las manos extendidas.
_No importa. Manu y Cheo hicieron para comprar la comida –dijo Kaká abrazando a Chuíto y asegurándole que mañana sería otro día.
Son como cinco niños, todos pequeños y de la misma edad, los que llegan a la panadería. Allí compran pan, queso y una botella de una bebida fría. Se van contentos como si en la bolsa llevaran manjares deliciosos para toda una vida. Luego de subir y bajar escalones, por media hora, por fin llegan a su guarida: son solo cinco pedazos de latón y unas cajas de cartón que hacen de cama y de silla.
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Mientras duermen plácidamente, los ángeles de cada uno, a su lado, están de rodillas, los cuidan y los protegen para que sueñen bonito y no tengan pesadillas. Y los niños sonríen y sueñan que juegan y hacen cosas divertidas, que comen un pedazo de carne, ricas tortas y deliciosas barquillas. Queridos lectores, si ustedes vieran qué felices se ven los niños cuando solo juegan y no tienen que trabajar: parece que los ángeles les hicieran cosquillas.
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[Versión en Inglés]
The angel's candies
“An angel came down from heaven handing out candy to good-hearted people who help children with a blessing,” said Chuíto with a small box full of candy in his small hands, walking between the seats of the bus.
At that hour, people come tired and look indifferently and distractedly at the dirty windows of the public transport. The boy, about 8 years old, but with the look of having lived a thousand years, repeats what he says daily, like a broken record: “An angel came down from heaven handing out candy to good-hearted people who help children with a blessing”.
When Chuíto gets off the bus he counts the coins and they are very few. He walks quickly to the corner where the other children are, who like him ride the buses to sell candy. He walks fast because the night is near and the streets are dangerous. Night is a punctual lady who darkens things and evil is an animal that lurks in any avenue.
Here comes Chuíto! How much did you do, asks Kaká with real joy.
I didn't do anything. I have the box almost complete,” answered Chuíto with his hands outstretched.
It doesn't matter. Manu and Cheo did to buy the food,” said Kaká hugging Chuíto and assuring him that tomorrow would be another day.
There are about five children, all small and of the same age, who arrive at the bakery. There they buy bread, cheese and a bottle of a cold drink. They leave happy as if they were carrying delicious delicacies for a lifetime. After going up and down steps for half an hour, they finally arrive at their den: there are only five pieces of brass and some cardboard boxes that serve as bed and chair.
There they eat, talk and smile in perfect camaraderie. There is no selfishness, no meanness, there is only harmony: they are just street children who have made a family among themselves. After lunch, they make plans for the next day and then go to sleep in the hope of selling all the merchandise.
While they sleep peacefully, the angels of each one, at their side, are on their knees, taking care of them and protecting them so that they dream nice dreams and do not have nightmares. And the children smile and dream that they play and do fun things, that they eat a piece of meat, delicious cakes and delicious waffles. Dear readers, if you could see how happy those children look when they play and don't have to work: it seems as if the angels were tickling them.