![](https://i.ecency.com/DQmQv3wNvVevnSA38fzrrC5k5U1JSki62kU9Dpddi71CaWG/1781561512062.jpg) *** *** There is a small collection in my house that constantly steals a smile from me. They are not valuable objects or museum antiques. They are six biscuit children, the kind made of matte porcelain, who live on a shelf in the living room, right next to the old stereo system. *** ![](https://i.ecency.com/DQmefTdijs2EhuAfF5hWkzowX9tH3hhvGD93yu8uW2m812D/1781561155458.jpg) *** They have been there for as long as I can remember, arriving one by one as gifts from aunts or finds at fairs. My mother arranged them with that logic of hers that only she understands. One stands with an enormous hat, another talks on the phone, a girl holds a tiny insect, and two are playing in a very funny way. They are small and fragile, the kind that makes you unconsciously lower your voice when you look at them. *** ![](https://i.ecency.com/DQmbBgnZrjJC25MgJq1bCz5R27XW5DWrL1iTuXA4pwZpRDk/1781561155697.jpg) *** But what has always captivated me about them is not the delicacy of their clothes or the matte sheen of the porcelain, it is their gaze and their little faces. *** ![](https://i.ecency.com/DQmWxXzRfkZYroxXsR1yurHY8kME9MaNGeNQ94MycxCerqP/1781561155777.jpg) *** ![](https://i.ecency.com/DQmTHYUXikPQJi1gGwPMCGcceqsD6PidYBSYJUQLB6zeK4M/1781561178720.jpg) *** The porcelain, in the hands of the artist who shaped them, managed to capture innocence. Their cheeks are round, slightly pink, and their big eyes look forward with a mixture of curiosity and wonder, as if everything they see were new and marvelous. They do not have that forced pose of some ornaments; on the contrary, there is a naturalness about them like real children, with a barely trembling lower lip, a clear forehead, and their head slightly tilted. *** ![](https://i.ecency.com/DQmdDvtbHPNRNFrBYs7hZWdLLJdQzQTCnzxpGyS9BKjcuHT/1781561178929.jpg) *** ![](https://i.ecency.com/DQmeJXfEK6cPwhVZSkTjjqyjpSapKrLGwzQdKoJocNMBoUq/1781561178977.jpg) *** There is one in particular, a seated one, that melts my heart. Its little face has such a pure expression of tenderness that it makes you want to hug it. I do not know exactly what it is, but it reminds me of those photos of my dad when he was little, before life etched worry lines onto his face. That same light in the eyes, that same trust that everything is fine. *** ![](https://i.ecency.com/DQmejPUHweGKMf639dowe8igBeoQESZ5JaH2mVjdfv8Ymsu/1781561178793.jpg) *** ![](https://i.ecency.com/DQmbdjqgWh2UZLKauUDuqu1Zg9A5jYWq5Mm2SnuXGQUBvki/1781561178849.jpg) *** Sometimes I spend a while looking at the biscuit children and think about how fragile innocence is, just like porcelain, so beautiful, so easy to break, where a single fall or moment of carelessness shatters the charm into pieces, just like in real life. *** ![](https://i.ecency.com/DQmeQRaNvJbA4adqyquaKC3JpN6Ny1aCiDiLt11ZYRwfvAt/1781561203075.jpg) *** But there they are, unchanging, oblivious to the evening news or the bills piling up on the table, living in their eternal bubble of quiet games and rosy cheeks. Mom cleans them every week with a soft cloth, arranges them, and looks at them, telling me they bring her peace. *** ![](https://i.ecency.com/DQmNPLHVD1QER9uD1QicN3T1j2vNrwePL9uCoR3aUstcHux/1781561155563.jpg) *** Maybe that is why she keeps them. These six biscuit children are a silent reminder of a part of ourselves that we do not want to fully lose. I know it sounds corny, but there is something on that shelf next to the old portraits that anchors me. In a world that sometimes insists on making us hard, those porcelain faces remind me that it is okay to keep a corner for tenderness. *** ![](https://i.ecency.com/DQmRpConUjEWoQ1Q7Uogd3qCvfhG4AMDhXKvxjMd965kv2z/1781561155639.jpg) *** So yes, my mother has a collection of biscuit children, but I actually believe she takes care of a small garden of gazes that have not yet lost faith in the simple things. ❤️‍🩹 ❤️‍🩹 ![](https://i.ecency.com/DQmTeTdEXkKDvQsv1MkcAEMthgQ3dA9hMceEye4t8ViLUQc/1781521114750.jpg) _{✨ **𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈!** ✨
𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒕, 𝑰’𝒎 𝒂 **𝑪𝒖𝒃𝒂𝒏 𝒏𝒆𝒖𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓**, 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒐’𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝑯𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒂𝒓.
𝑨𝒍𝒍 **𝒕𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔**, 100% 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏-𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 (𝒏𝒐 𝑨𝑰).
𝑩𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝑳𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒊.
𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕? **𝑼𝒑𝒗𝒐𝒕𝒆, 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈** 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒚! 💕} ![cinti 800x20 - copia.jpg](https://images.hive.blog/DQmWKGeMBmj14VqKn8xBrmpFM3RYVcgmAXX6bGnGwuNWEnc/cinti%20800x20%20-%20copia.jpg) ### VERSIÓN EN ESPAÑOL ![cinti 800x20 - copia.jpg](https://images.hive.blog/DQmWKGeMBmj14VqKn8xBrmpFM3RYVcgmAXX6bGnGwuNWEnc/cinti%20800x20%20-%20copia.jpg) ## La magia de coleccionar niños de biscuit ![](https://i.ecency.com/DQma3sQYW3VXmfzpKgmtfiFeVZG2ZwbGvpFvAqxfokaAGK4/1781561511942.jpg) *** *** Hay una pequeña colección en mi casa que a cada rato me roba una sonrisa. No son objetos valiosos ni antigüedades de museo. Son seis niños de biscuit, de esos de porcelana mate, que viven en una repisa de la sala, justo al lado del viejo equipo de sonido. *** ![](https://i.ecency.com/DQmefTdijs2EhuAfF5hWkzowX9tH3hhvGD93yu8uW2m812D/1781561155458.jpg) *** Llevan ahí desde que tengo memoria y llegaron uno a uno, regalos de tías o hallazgos de ferias, y mamá los fue acomodando con ese criterio suyo que solo ella entiende. Una está de pie con un sombrero enorme, otra llama por teléfono, una niña sostiene un insecto diminuto y hay dos que juegan de manera muy divertida. Son pequeños, frágiles, de esos que uno mira y, sin querer, baja la voz. *** ![](https://i.ecency.com/DQmbBgnZrjJC25MgJq1bCz5R27XW5DWrL1iTuXA4pwZpRDk/1781561155697.jpg) *** Pero lo que siempre me ha atrapado de ellos no es la delicadeza de sus ropas o el brillo mate de la porcelana, es la mirada y las caritas. *** ![](https://i.ecency.com/DQmWxXzRfkZYroxXsR1yurHY8kME9MaNGeNQ94MycxCerqP/1781561155777.jpg) *** ![](https://i.ecency.com/DQmTHYUXikPQJi1gGwPMCGcceqsD6PidYBSYJUQLB6zeK4M/1781561178720.jpg) *** La porcelana, en manos del artista que los modeló, logró atrapar la inocencia. Las mejillas son redondas, ligeramente rosadas, y sus ojos grandes miran al frente con una mezcla de curiosidad y asombro, como si todo lo que vieran fuera nuevo y maravilloso. No tienen esa pose forzada de algunos adornos, al contrario, hay en ellos una naturalidad de niños de verdad, con el labio inferior apenas tembloroso, la frente despejada y la cabeza ligeramente inclinada. *** ![](https://i.ecency.com/DQmdDvtbHPNRNFrBYs7hZWdLLJdQzQTCnzxpGyS9BKjcuHT/1781561178929.jpg) *** ![](https://i.ecency.com/DQmeJXfEK6cPwhVZSkTjjqyjpSapKrLGwzQdKoJocNMBoUq/1781561178977.jpg) *** Hay uno en particular, uno sentado que me parte el alma. Su carita tiene una expresión de ternura tan pura que dan ganas de abrazarlo. No sé bien qué tiene, pero me recuerda a esas fotos de mi papá cuando era chico, antes de que la vida le pusiera arrugas de preocupaciones. Esa misma luz en los ojos, esa misma confianza en que todo está bien. *** ![](https://i.ecency.com/DQmejPUHweGKMf639dowe8igBeoQESZ5JaH2mVjdfv8Ymsu/1781561178793.jpg) *** ![](https://i.ecency.com/DQmbdjqgWh2UZLKauUDuqu1Zg9A5jYWq5Mm2SnuXGQUBvki/1781561178849.jpg) *** A veces me quedo un rato mirando a los niños de biscuit y pienso en lo frágil que es la inocencia, como la porcelana, tan bella, tan fácil de romper, que con una caída o un descuido el encanto se hace pedazos, igual que en la vida real. *** ![](https://i.ecency.com/DQmeQRaNvJbA4adqyquaKC3JpN6Ny1aCiDiLt11ZYRwfvAt/1781561203075.jpg) *** Pero allí están ellos, inmutables, ajenos al noticiero de la tarde o a las cuentas que se acumulan en la mesa, mientras viven en su burbuja eterna de juegos callados y mejillas sonrosadas. Mamá los limpia cada semana con un paño suave, los acomoda y los mira, mientras me dice que le dan tranquilidad. *** ![](https://i.ecency.com/DQmNPLHVD1QER9uD1QicN3T1j2vNrwePL9uCoR3aUstcHux/1781561155563.jpg) *** Quizá por eso los conserva. Es que esos seis niños de biscuit son un recordatorio silencioso de una parte de nosotros que no queremos perder del todo. Sé que suena cursi, pero hay algo en esa repisa, junto a los retratos viejos, que me ancla. En un mundo que a veces se empeña en hacernos duros, esas caritas de porcelana me recuerdan que está bien guardar un rincón para la ternura. *** ![](https://i.ecency.com/DQmRpConUjEWoQ1Q7Uogd3qCvfhG4AMDhXKvxjMd965kv2z/1781561155639.jpg) *** Así que sí, mi mamá tiene una colección de niños de biscuit, pero yo en realidad creo que ella cuida un pequeño jardín de miradas que todavía no han perdido la fe en lo simple. ❤️‍🩹 ❤️‍🩹 ![](https://i.ecency.com/DQmeQA2nwFQo3sZ1vuEqgLphQMjgqrarqB5nhtG2BYMxCbV/1781521114806.jpg) _{✨ **¡𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒓!** ✨
𝑺𝒊 𝒂ú𝒏 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒔: 𝒔𝒐𝒚 **𝒏𝒆𝒖𝒓ó𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒂 𝒚 𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒂 𝒄𝒖𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒂**, 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒓𝒆, 𝒎𝒖𝒋𝒆𝒓 𝒚 𝒔𝒐ñ𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒂 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓ó 𝒆𝒏 𝑯𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒖𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒐 𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒗𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒓.
**𝑬𝒍 𝒕𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒐 𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒎á𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒊 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒐𝒓í𝒂**, 100% 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒔 (𝒔𝒊𝒏 𝑰𝑨).
𝑩𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒆ñ𝒂𝒅𝒐 𝒑𝒐𝒓 𝑳𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒊.
¿𝑻𝒆 𝒈𝒖𝒔𝒕ó 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂 𝒑𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒄𝒊ó𝒏? **𝑽𝒐𝒕𝒂, 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂 𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒂** 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒂𝒚𝒖𝒅𝒂𝒓 𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒓 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒔. 💕}

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