Anoche sentí algo extraño, aproximarse a mi cama.
Parecían nubes blancas abrazadas en el viento; sonaban como saltitos, o algodoncitos mojados, por la llovizna que emanan los luceros al caer.
No lograba comprender esa rara sensación, mi corazón palpitaba haciéndome estremecer. Mis oídos, confundidos por tan sutiles sonidos, no pudieron percatarse de pisadas o algún ruido.
Me incliné muy suavemente, pues imaginaba un duende travieso de esos que hablan y corren entre las plantas. Pero observé, en ese instante, un hoyito entre mi almohada, relleno de arena y tierra.
¿Qué me estaba sucediendo, qué pasaba por mi mente?
Ya estaba fuera de mí.
Necesitaba saber, quién era aquel visitante, de saltos tan delicados, a veces imperceptibles …
Entonces, la luna nueva, con sus destellos de plata, alumbró mi habitación.
¡Era un niño, un bebé!, daba saltos, se reía, sus rodillitas manchadas, de tanto jugar con tierra, con rulos de miel y brisa, manitas tan pequeñitas, que apenas si las notaba.
¿Será que estaba soñando y nunca me desperté?
De mis ojos salían gotas como cristales sagrados, solo deseaba abrazarlo, llenarme del caramelo, ese que en su boca había.
Él me miró fijamente, yo detallé su ropaje, esos piecitos mojados, chasqueaban al caminar con sus sandalias tejidas con el huso para hilar. Miel dorada vi en sus ojos y de marfil su sonrisa, era mi grandiosa noche, esa era mi visita.
No pude más que acercarme, con temores y cautela. Mis piernas temblaban solas, mis latidos yo sentía, y mi sorpresa más grande fue cuando se me acercaba, casi que pierdo el control
_ No sientas nervios ni miedos, solo vine a conocerte, saber que tú estás conmigo, regalarte más amor, compartirlo con tu gente.
Que cuentes al universo mi historia allá en Israel, honren a mi padre Dios, y mis padres terrenales.
Me despido, pues iré a visitar a otro amigo, le llevaré mi mensaje, soy Jesús el Redentor, el Mesías prometido…
Last night I felt something strange, very close to my bed.
They seemed like white clouds floating in the wind; they sounded like little jumps, or wet cotton balls, because of the drizzle emanating from the falling stars.
I could not understand that strange sensation, my heart was pounding, making me shiver. My ears, confused by such subtle sounds, could not notice footsteps or any noise.
I bowed very softly, because I imagined a mischievous goblin of those who talk and run among the plants. But I noticed, at that moment, a little hole between my pillow, filled with sand and earth.
What was happening to me, what was going through my mind?
I was already out of my mind.
I needed to know who that visitor was, with such delicate, sometimes imperceptible jumps?
Then, the new moon, with its silver sparkles, illuminated my room.
He was a child, a baby, jumping, laughing, his little knees stained from playing with dirt, with curls of honey and breeze, little hands so tiny that I hardly noticed them.
Could it be that I was dreaming and never woke up?
Drops like sacred crystals came out of my eyes, I just wanted to hug him, to fill myself with the candy, the one that was in his mouth.
He stared at me, I detailed his clothes, those little wet feet, they clicked as he walked with his sandals woven with the spinning spindle. Golden honey I saw in his eyes and ivory in his smile, it was my great night, that was my visit.
I could not but approach, with fears and caution. My legs trembled alone, my heartbeats I felt, and my biggest surprise was when he approached me, I almost lost control.
_Don't be nervous or afraid, I only came to meet you, to know that you are with me, to give you more love, to share it with your people.
May you tell the universe my story back in Israel, honor my father God, and my earthly parents.
I say goodbye, because I will go to visit another friend, I will bring him my message, I am Jesus the Redeemer, the promised Messiah....
Friends, thank you for your visit.
This poem was the product of a real dream.
I hope you liked, as much as I did, the fact of having lived that beautiful dreamlike fantasy. I hope I can infect you with a little of that Christmas magic.
Amigos, gracias por su visita.
Este poema ha sido producto un sueño real.
Espero les haya gustado, tanto como a mí, el hecho de haber vivido esta hermosa fantasía onírica. Deseo poder contagiarlos con algo de esa magia Navideña.
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