Ella y las medusas/She and the jellyfishes

La mitología griega creía que las medusas eran monstruos femeninos alados que convertían en piedra a aquellos que las miraban fijamente a los ojos.
Ella se quedó de piedra, pero no a causa de algún hechizo maligno, sino por la belleza que desprendía el sutil y sensual movimiento de estos seres gelatinosos, que se bamboleaban tristemente en su cubículo a falta de un mar en el que perderse.
Quedó cautivada y pensativa, al no entender que un ser tan bello pudiera no ser feliz. Un ser transparente, como su mente y su alma. Que se mostraba al mundo tal y como era, sin segundas intenciones porque no tenía cómo esconderlas. Y así y todo, lo forzaban a vivir en una jaula igual de transparente que su piel, para que los humanos pudieran disfrutar de su belleza desde la comodidad que su superioridad le ofrece.
“Mami, yo creo que nadie nunca debería vivir encerrado, en contra de su voluntad si no ha hecho nada malo, y no se ha portado mal. Si no ha mordido a nadie ni a nadie ha hecho mal”.
Y se giró hacia las medusas, y volvió a mirar su lento balanceo, y supo que no eran monstruos, sino seres de otro mundo que buscaban su sitio en este.
Y pensó que ser medusa debía ser muy difícil, como ser niño, porque ser transparente, sincero y bello es una combinación demasiado peligrosa. 
Pero igualmente se sonrieron, las medusas y ella, con el lenguaje secreto de los seres más delicados de este mundo. IMG_4535Greek mythology believed that jellyfishes were female winged monsters that turned stone to those who stared into their eyes.
She was stunned, but not by some evil spell, but by the beauty that gave off the subtle and sensual movement of these gelatinous beings, who wobbled sadly in their cubicle in the absence of a sea to get lost.
She was captivated and thoughtful, not understanding that such a beautiful being could not be happy. A transparent being, like her mind and soul. That was shown to the world as it was, without ulterior motives because it had no way of hiding them. And still, they were forced to live in a cage as transparent as their skin, so that humans could enjoy their beauty from the comfort their superiority offers.
“Mommy, I believe that nobody should ever live locked up, against their will if they have not done anything wrong, and they have not behaved badly. If they have not bitten anyone or has not hurt them. ”
And she turned to the jellyfishes, and looked back at their slow rocking, and knew that they were not monsters, but beings from another world, who sought their place in this.
And she thought that being a jellyfish should be very difficult, like being a child, because being transparent, sincere and beautiful is a combination too dangerous. But they smiled to each other, the jellyfishes and her, with the secret language of the most delicate beings of this world.

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