la señora del parque/lady in the park

Ella encontró refugio en un parque infantil. Estaba cansada. Agotada de vivir una vida que no había elegido, en una ciudad que no era la suya, en la que hablaban un idioma que no había llegado a aprender. Quizá necesitaba volver a su propia infancia, y esos columpios y toboganes ahora vacíos en una lluviosa mañana de domingo le parecieron el lugar perfecto para evadirse. O simplemente dormir. Y al dormirse bajo las copas de los árboles, se iba empapando lentamente con las gotas que quedaban en las hojas, imperceptibles pero certeras.

Se descalzó para no sentir la presión de esos zapatos que ya llevaban demasiado tiempo marcando su piel huesuda, para  dejar respirar sus pies a pesar de que las medias le impedían notar la fresca brisa del otoño entre sus dedos.

Llevaba el peso de los años sobre sus hombros, pero no olvidaba nunca peinarse como si él fuera a aparecer en cualquier instante. Porque eso hacía. Esperarlo.

Hacía ya, quizá, demasiado tiempo. IMG_9391

She found shelter in a playground. She was tired. Exhausted from living a life she had not chosen, in a city that was not hers, where people spoke a language that she had not been able to learn. Maybe she needed to go back to her own childhood, and those swings and slides now empty on a rainy Sunday morning seemed like the perfect place to escape. Or just to sleep. To rest. And when she fell asleep under the top of the trees, she slowly soaked herself with the drops that still remained on the leaves, imperceptible but accurate.

She took off her shoes so she did not feel for a moment the pressure of those shoes that had already marked her bony skin for too long, to let her feet breathe even though her stockings prevented her from feeling the cool autumn breeze among her fingers.

She carried the weight of years on her shoulders, but she never forgot to comb her hair as if he was going to appear at any moment. Because that was it. Waiting for him.

Perhaps for too long already.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s