Sitting, like someone waiting [EN/ES]

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A picture is worth a thousand words, and a thousand words require silence, the caress of someone who accompanies you without speaking but embraces you when you need it.

On many occasions, we've been alone, lost, frozen in time. Other times, someone suffers the same thing, and no one embraces them or approaches them to say, I'm here to be with you if you need me.

I've seen people like this, and for one of them, I wrote this poem that I'm showing you as part of the initiative that @freewritehouse is giving us this week. The image used is a requirement of the call itself.

To you, whoever you are who suffers in silence.

I live in a place surrounded by steps
where time sometimes stands still.
A little girl hangs her dreams.
She doesn't know it, but I've seen her
stroking butterflies in hopscotch.
I wonder,
unwillingly,
what it would be like to draw smiles on her?
I have no idea if she likes hopscotch
or if the dreams are
too obvious
because of the gesture above the clouds.
I've seen her, and that's what matters.
Even if she's just a little girl
sitting,
like someone waiting.

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Una imagen vale más que mil palabras y mil palabras requieren el silencio, la caricia de quien acompaña sin hablar pero te abraza cuando lo necesitas.

En muchas ocasiones hemos estado solos, hundidos, inertes en el tiempo. Otras veces, alguien sufre lo mismo y nadie les abraza o se les acerca para decirles: Estoy aquí para acompañarte por si me necesitas.

He visto personas en este caso y a una de ellas, le hice este poema que les muestro como parte de la iniciativa que @freewritehouse nos regala en esta semana. La imagen usada es requerimiento de la propia convocatoria.

A ti, quien seas que sufre en silencio.

Vivo en un sitio rodeado de escalones
en el que a veces el tiempo se detiene.
Una niña cuelga los sueños.
No lo sabe pero la he visto
acariciando mariposas en la rayuela.
Me pregunto,
como quien no quiere,
¿cómo sería dibujarle sonrisas?
No tengo idea si le gusta la rayuela
o resultan los sueños
demasiado obvios
por el gesto sobre las nubes.
La he visto y es lo que importa.
Aunque solo sea una niña
sentada,
como quien espera.