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| Lo Siento | I Am Sorry |
| Mamá, he soñado que llamabas a mi puerta Un poco tensa y con la gafas empañadas. Querías verme bien y fue la vez primera Sentía que sabías como te añoraba Y me abrazaste mientras te maravillabas De que aguantara triste y casi sin aliento. Hace ya tanto que no estamos abrazadas Y en el silencio me dijiste «¡Lo siento!» Pero ha bastado un ruido para despertarme Para llorar y para hacer que regresara A aquellos días que de niña me cuidabas. Donde en verano cielo y playa se juntaban Mientras con mi muñeca vieja te escuchaba Los cuentos que tú cada noche me contabas Y cuando más pequeña tú me acurrucabas Y adormecida en tu regazo yo soñaba Pero a los dieciséis sentí como cambiaba Y como soy realmente ahora me veía Y me sentí tan sola y tan desesperada Porque yo no era ya la hija que quería Y fue el final así de nuestra confianza De las pequeñas charlas que ayudaban tanto. Yo me escondí tras una gélida impaciencia Y tú deseaste el hijo que se te ha negado Y me pasaba el día sin volver a casa. No soportaba tus sermones para nada Y comencé a volverme yo también celosa Porque eras casi inalcanzable, tan hermosa Y abandoné mi sueño a falta de equipaje. Mi corazón al mar tiré en una vasija. Perdí hasta la memoria por falta de coraje Porque me avergonzaba tanto ser tu hija Mas no llamaste tú a mi puerta inútilmente. Tuve un sueño que no puede realizarse. Mi pensamiento está tan lleno del presente Que mi orgullo no me deja perdonarme Mas si llamases a mi puerta en otro sueño No lograría pronunciar una palabra. Me mirarías con tu gesto tan severo Y yo me sentiría cada vez más sola Por eso estoy en esta carta tan confusa Para encontrar algo de paz en lo que pienso. No para reclamarte ni pedirte excusas. Es solo para decirte, mama «¡Lo siento!» Y no es verdad que yo me sienta avergonzada. Son nuestra almas tan igual, tan parecidas. Esperaré pacientemente aquí sentada. Te quiero tanto mama. Escríbeme. Tu hija |
Mum, I have dreamed that you were calling at my door A bit tense and with your glasses misted. You wanted to see me well and it was the first time I felt that you knew how I was longing for you And you embraced me while you were astonished That I was enduring sadness and almost without breath. We have not embraced each other for so long now And in the silence I told you “I am sorry!” But a noise has been enough to wake me up In order to cry and to make me return To those those days that, as a girl, you used to care for me. Where in summer sky and beach met While, with my old doll, I used to listen to The stories that every night you used to tell me. And when smaller you used to snuggle me And, sleepy on your lap, I used to dream But at sixteen I felt like I was changing And now I was seeing myself as I really am And I felt so alone and so desperate Because I was not now the daughter that you wanted And thus it was the end of our confidence Of the little chats that helped so much. I hid myself behind an icy impatience And you wished for the son that has deen denied you And I used to spend the day without returning home. I did not tolerate your sermons at all And I began to become jealous also Because you were almost unattainable, so beautiful And I abandoned my dream due to lack of luggage. I threw my heart into the sea in a jar. I even lost my memory through lack of courage Because I was so ashamed to be your daughter But you did not call at my door in vain. I had a dream that it was not possible to realise. My thoughts are so full of the present That my pride does not let me forgive myself But if you were calling at my door in another dream I would not manage to utter one word. You would look at me with your really severe expression And I would feel more alone every time That is why I am so confused in this letter In order to find something peaceful in what I think. Not (in order) to demand or to ask you for excuse. It is only (in order) to tell you mum “I am sorry!” And it is not true that I feel ashamed. Our souls are really the same, so alike. I will wait patiently settled here. I love you so much mum. Write to me. Your daughter |