That is fine. They have each other // No pasa nada. Se tienen

They watch the clock because time passes. Always forward. Without rewinding. They know it well.
That is fine. They have each other.
Their legs begin to slacken, their heart accelerates when climbing the stairs, their memory takes vacations from time to time.
That is fine. They have each other.
They lean on each other to avoid falling. And if they fall, they get up, even if it is hard, among bruises, laughs and a hint of shame.
That is fine. They have each other.
They rarely talk about the future, which is shrinking. Many others about the past, which is enlarging.
That is fine. They have each other.
From time to time they look at the sky and wink an eye at the one who looks after them from above. They miss him.
That is fine. They have each other.
So they decide to leave the clocks at home and walk under the warm sun, in a fragile but firm way, without direction but without doubts.
Life awaits. More beautiful than ever. Although sometimes they refuse to accept it.
They sit and have a glass of wine. or a gin tonic, maybe. One for each one.
Because they have each other, but there are sacred things. And a glass of wine, if it’s good, is one of those.
Excuse me, bring one more, the one from above ask for a drink to share.

Miran el reloj porque el tiempo pasa. Siempre hacia adelante. Sin rebobinar. Lo saben bien. 
No pasa nada. Se tienen. 
Las piernas comienzan a flojear, el corazón se acelera al subir las escaleras, la memoria se toma vacaciones de vez en cuando. 
No pasa nada. Se tienen. 
Se apoyan una sobre otra para no dejarse caer. Y si caen, se levantan, aunque cueste, entre moretones, risas y una pizca de vergüenza. 
No pasa nada. Se tienen. 
Pocas veces hablan sobre el futuro, que se va encogiendo. Muchas otras del pasado, que se agranda. 
No pasa nada. Se tienen. 
De tanto en tanto miran al cielo y guiñan un ojo al que les cuida desde arriba. Se te echa de menos.
No pasa nada. Se tienen.
Así que deciden dejar los relojes en casa y pasear bajo el tibio sol, de un modo frágil pero firme, sin rumbo pero sin dudas. 
Les espera la vida. Más hermosa que nunca. Aunque a veces se nieguen a aceptarlo.
Y un bocata de jamón. Del bueno. Uno para cada una. 
Porque se tienen, pero hay cosas sagradas. 
Y el jamón, si es bueno, es una de ellas.
Ponga uno más, que desde arriba nos piden una tapita. 
Pero del bueno. 

 

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