[Esp/Eng]Hispaliterario: Diego The Stickman

Diego el Stickman

Diego comprobó su apariencia y levantó la cabeza para mirar a los otros niños que se creía que estaban en su grupo de edad. Se dio cuenta de que era bastante diferente, había en lo alto que algunos de los alumnos lo llamaban stickman, qué era eso, no le importaba, todo lo que podía recordar era que fue creado por la princesa solitaria que necesitaba un amigo. Le quedaban 30 días de vida, le había dicho la princesa y buscaba explorar la belleza y la insensatez de los hombres. Una cosa que tenía diferente era su capacidad de escuchar a distancia, "gracias a sus largas orejas de antena", dice siempre.

todo mío

Diego yacía en un campo verde un día fiel preguntándose por qué no tenía manos unidas a él.

"Los humanos no somos perfectos" dijo mientras se recostaba con la espalda en el suelo mientras miraba al sol "¿Por qué alguien olvidaría algo tan importante como eso?" agregó. Si necesitaba un abrazo en su estado de soledad, ¿cómo iba a poder dárselo?, pensó. La única habilidad con la que ella lo había dotado era la habilidad de hablar durante largas horas con un humor estable, quién sabe si ella lo había creado para ser una herramienta de su entretenimiento, este pensamiento lo inquietaba mientras mentía aún tarareando.

"¡Stickman! ¡Stickman!" Oyó que alguien llamaba detrás de él. Salió de sus pensamientos y se volvió en la dirección para ver una creación de su tipo. Miró a esta criatura y notó que era un poco diferente, no tenía antenas y tenía dos patas. Su nueva especie le dio un abrazo y por primera vez se sintió amado.

"¿Quién eres tú?" preguntó

"La esposa de un stickman", dijo.

"¿Quién es un hombre palo?" preguntó confundido

"Tú, la princesa lo dijiste, porque estamos hechos de un tablón de madera"

"¿Qué otra cosa te dijo ella?", preguntó.

"Que tengo 30 días" respondió ella

Ahora no le importaba la raza humana, parece haber encontrado lo que lo hace feliz pero su preocupación eran los días contados para él.

"¿Puedes hacernos vivir para siempre?" Le preguntó a la princesa. Ella asintió diciendo que no, "estás hecho de madera y nada en esta tierra vive para siempre", dijo. Stickman nunca quiso que terminara lo que sentía, se comprometió a encontrar una manera de permanecer inmortal con su nuevo amor.

Diego The Stickman

Diego checked his appearance and raised his head to look at the other kids believed to be in his age group. He noticed he was quite different, he had overhead some of the pupils called him a stickman, what that was, he didn't care, all he could remember was that he was created by the lonely princess who needed a friend. He had 30 days to live, the princess had told him and he sought to explore the beauty and the foolishness of men. One thing he had differently was his ability to hear from a distance, "thanks to his long antenna ears" he always says.

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Diego lay on a green field one faithful day wondering why he had no hands attached to him.

"Humans are not perfect" he said while laying down with his back on the ground as he stared at the sun, "why would someone forget something as important as that?" He added. If she needed a hug in her lonely state, how was it possible to give her one, he thought. The only ability she had endowed him with was the ability to talk for a long hour with a stable humor, who knows if she had created him to be a tool of her entertainment, this thought troubled him as he lied still humming.

"Stickman! Stickman!" He heard someone calling behind him. He snapped himself out of his thoughts and turned in the direction to see a creation of his kind. He looked at this creature and noticed it was a bit different, it had no antennas and had two legs. His new kind gave him a hug and for the first time he felt loved.

"Who're you" he asked

"A stickman's wife" she said.

"Who's a stickman?" He asked confused

"You, the princess said so , because we're made from a plank Wood"

"What other thing did she tell you " he asked

"That I have 30 days" she answered

Now he didn't care about the human race, he seems to have found what makes him happy but his concern was the days numbered to him.

"Can you make us live forever?" He asked the princess. She nodded saying no, "you're made from a wood and nothing on this earth lives forever" she said. Stickman never wanted what he felt to end, he pledged to find a way to stay immortal with his new found love.


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