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Le daban miedo los humanos ¿Y a quién no? Y por eso volaba solo de noche. Tenía una nostalgia incurable por la dorada y tibia luz del sol.
Su colonia compartía la húmeda y oscura cueva con varias familias de silenciosos murciélagos. Eran muy buenos vecinos.
A veces, quien sabe por qué carambola, entraba a la cueva un rayito de sol. El primero que lo veía lo atrapaba y lo guardaba celosamente para sí los dos días que tardaba normalmente en extinguirse.
La tenue luminosidad que entonces tenía la cueva era festejaba con dulces cantos en susurros.
Un día fué él quien logró atrapar el rayito de sol. Lo mantuvo bajo su alita derecha. Tibio y dorado permaneció allí toda una semana - contra todo pronóstico -. Salir de la cueva con el rayito de sol bajo el ala le obligaba a volar muy alto. Así si algún humano lo distinguía lo confundiría con una luciérnaga.
Porque los humanos era una especie rara, dañina y sumamente agresiva. Sus individuos no podían ver con vida algo más pequeño que ellos porque de inmediato buscaban la manera de quitarle la vida, a veces de un pisotón, a veces aventándole el objeto que tuvieran en la mano.
Volar con un nimbo de luz a su alrededor fue una experiencia maravillosa e irrepetible. Tenía la huella. La cicatriz de la pequeña quemadura que dejara bajo su ala el rayito de sol.
No fue esa la única huella. Nadie olvidaría jamás que su rayito de sol había sido tan querido, mimado y bien cuidado que había durado toda una semana.
En las noche, se dormía arrullado por el canto en susurro con el que las mamás murciélago dormían a sus bebés, eran todas canciones alusivas a él. Su favorita decía
Su colonia compartía la húmeda y oscura cueva con varias familias de silenciosos murciélagos. Eran muy buenos vecinos.
A veces, quien sabe por qué carambola, entraba a la cueva un rayito de sol. El primero que lo veía lo atrapaba y lo guardaba celosamente para sí los dos días que tardaba normalmente en extinguirse.
La tenue luminosidad que entonces tenía la cueva era festejaba con dulces cantos en susurros.
Un día fué él quien logró atrapar el rayito de sol. Lo mantuvo bajo su alita derecha. Tibio y dorado permaneció allí toda una semana - contra todo pronóstico -. Salir de la cueva con el rayito de sol bajo el ala le obligaba a volar muy alto. Así si algún humano lo distinguía lo confundiría con una luciérnaga.
Porque los humanos era una especie rara, dañina y sumamente agresiva. Sus individuos no podían ver con vida algo más pequeño que ellos porque de inmediato buscaban la manera de quitarle la vida, a veces de un pisotón, a veces aventándole el objeto que tuvieran en la mano.
Volar con un nimbo de luz a su alrededor fue una experiencia maravillosa e irrepetible. Tenía la huella. La cicatriz de la pequeña quemadura que dejara bajo su ala el rayito de sol.
No fue esa la única huella. Nadie olvidaría jamás que su rayito de sol había sido tan querido, mimado y bien cuidado que había durado toda una semana.
En las noche, se dormía arrullado por el canto en susurro con el que las mamás murciélago dormían a sus bebés, eran todas canciones alusivas a él. Su favorita decía
yo te cuidaré
estás tan seguro
conmigo a tu lado
como estuvo con Piggy
toda una semana
el rayito de sol...
el rayito de sol...
It was afraid of humans, and who wasn't? And that's why it flew only at night. It had an incurable nostalgia for the warm, golden light of the sun.
Its colony shared the dank, dark cave with several families of silent bats. They were very good neighbors.
Sometimes, who knows why fortuitous act, a little ray of sun entered the cave. The first one who saw it caught it and jealously kept it for themselves the two days it normally took to go extinct.
The dim light that the cave had then was celebrated with sweet whispered songs.
One day it was it who managed to catch the ray of sunshine. It kept it under its right wing. Warm and golden, it remained there for a whole week - against all odds -. Leaving the cave with a ray of sunlight under its wing forced it to fly very high. So if any human could distinguish it, they would mistake it for a firefly.
Because humans were a rare, harmful and highly aggressive species. Its individuals could not see something smaller than themselves alive because they immediately looked for a way to take its life, sometimes by stomping on it, sometimes by throwing the object they had in their hand at it.
Flying with a nimbus of light around you was a wonderful and unrepeatable experience. It had the print. The scar from the small burn that the sunbeam left under its wing.
That was not the only trace. No one would ever forget that its little ray of sunshine had been so loved, pampered, and well cared for that it had lasted an entire week.
At night, it would fall asleep lulled to sleep by the whispered song with which mother bats put their babies to sleep, they were all songs alluding to it. Its favorite song said
Sleep peacefully
I will take care of you
you are so sure
with me by your side
how was it with piggy
a whole week
the sunbeam...
the sunbeam...
Fue muy grato para mí participar en este concurso, en el cual también me agradaría participara mi amigo @lecumberre, al cual invito a leer sus bases
It was very pleasant for me to participate in this contest, in which I would also like my friend @lecumberre to participate, whom I invite to read its rules
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Its colony shared the dank, dark cave with several families of silent bats. They were very good neighbors.
Sometimes, who knows why fortuitous act, a little ray of sun entered the cave. The first one who saw it caught it and jealously kept it for themselves the two days it normally took to go extinct.
The dim light that the cave had then was celebrated with sweet whispered songs.
One day it was it who managed to catch the ray of sunshine. It kept it under its right wing. Warm and golden, it remained there for a whole week - against all odds -. Leaving the cave with a ray of sunlight under its wing forced it to fly very high. So if any human could distinguish it, they would mistake it for a firefly.
Because humans were a rare, harmful and highly aggressive species. Its individuals could not see something smaller than themselves alive because they immediately looked for a way to take its life, sometimes by stomping on it, sometimes by throwing the object they had in their hand at it.
Flying with a nimbus of light around you was a wonderful and unrepeatable experience. It had the print. The scar from the small burn that the sunbeam left under its wing.
That was not the only trace. No one would ever forget that its little ray of sunshine had been so loved, pampered, and well cared for that it had lasted an entire week.
At night, it would fall asleep lulled to sleep by the whispered song with which mother bats put their babies to sleep, they were all songs alluding to it. Its favorite song said
Sleep peacefully
I will take care of you
you are so sure
with me by your side
how was it with piggy
a whole week
the sunbeam...
the sunbeam...
Fue muy grato para mí participar en este concurso, en el cual también me agradaría participara mi amigo @lecumberre, al cual invito a leer sus bases
acá. Yo se que estamos ya "en la recta final", pero sígale los pasos a @saulo y participe en el siguiente.
It was very pleasant for me to participate in this contest, in which I would also like my friend @lecumberre to participate, whom I invite to read its rules
here. I know that we are already "in the final stretch", but follow @saulo's steps and participate in the next one.