De todas las fotografías que conservo, esta es quizás la que amo más.
Esta fotografía la recuerda como si fuera hoy. La tiraron el 1ro de enero de 2014, cuando cumplí 47 años.
Ese día se tiraron fotos que están dentro del baúl de los recuerdos que tengo en mi corazón. Pero, esta, en especial, es de la que más copias tengo regada por cuanto dispositivo digital tengo.
El otro elemento significativo de esta foto es que es la única en la que estoy solo con mi madre.
Varias veces me han pedido que explique qué cosa es el amor o me piden que grafique la armonía y enseño esta foto.
Recuerdo que una vez, una persona a la que quiero mucho me dijo que la protagonista no era una mujer hermosa. Es cierto que me molestó y mucho, pero, pude mantener la calma y le riposté con una pregunta: ¿Qué cosa es para ti la belleza?
Empezó a titubear y a emitir criterios que, para quien escribe, no definen la belleza. Le dije:, te voy a ayudar, te voy a dar algunos elementos y me dices si los consideras bellos o no:
· Persona que hace el bien sin importar a quién.
· Alguien que tiene en el amor al ser humano, a su filosofía de vida.
· Una mujer que es incapaz de asumir o permitir una injusticia.
· Un ser humano que ha hecho de la ayuda a los demás su divisa mayor.
· Alguien que ama, castiga, empuja hacia adelante y enseña con la misma fortaleza y suavidad de su alma.
Me dijo que esas cosas son bellas.
Le dije: ellas y muchas más caracterizan a la protagonista de la foto.
Me dijo: lo que quise decir es que no es una mujer linda.
Le dije, "Tienes que leer el libro, el Principito", para que sepas que la belleza es invisible a los ojos y que solo se ve bien con el corazón.
Nota: He utilizado el traductor de DeepL Translate.
La foto es de mi propiedad.
ENGLISH
Of all the photographs I keep, this is perhaps the one I love the most.
Technically, it is not a great photograph because the contrast, brightness or quality of the photographic lens is not very noticeable. But, emotionally, you can feel the love, empathy, affection and beauty of a mother for her child.
She remembers that photograph as if it were today. It was taken on January 1, 2014, my 47th birthday.
On that day, photos were taken that are in the trunk of memories I have in my heart. But this one, in particular, is the one of which I have the most copies scattered all over my digital device.
The other significant element of this photo is that it is the only one in which I am alone with my mother.
Several times I have been asked to explain what love is or I have been asked to illustrate harmony and I show this photo.
I remember that once, a person I love very much told me that the protagonist was not a beautiful woman. It is true that it bothered me a lot, but I was able to keep calm and I replied with a question: What is beauty for you?
He began to hesitate and to emit criteria that, for those who write, do not define beauty. I told him: I am going to help you, I am going to give you some elements and you tell me if you consider them beautiful or not:
A person who does good no matter to whom.
Someone who has love for the human being as her philosophy of life.
A woman who is incapable of assuming or allowing an injustice.
A human being who has made helping others her main motto.
Someone who loves, punishes, pushes forward and teaches with the same strength and softness of her soul.
He told me that these things are beautiful.
I told him: they and many more characterize the protagonist of the photo.
He told me: what I meant is that she is not a pretty woman.
I told her, “You have to read the book, the Little Prince,” so that you know that beauty is invisible to the eyes and that it is only seen well with the heart.
Note: I used the translator of DeepL Translate.
The photo is my property.
