[Versión Español]
Tiene amor de sobra
La vi, como a muchos, se me cruzó en el camino, pude observarla por horas detenidamente y en ningún momento oí una queja o vi una reacción mala en ella.
La vi, sonriente y llena de ternura, siempre dando alegría a otros, siempre tan radiante. Nunca la vi llorar y muchos menos preguntarse "¿porqué a mí?"
Su camino estaba lleno de espinas, esas que ninguno veía, nadie notaba, jamás imaginaban la cruz que ella cargaba, mientras solo sonreía.
Cuando el día terminaba y estaba sola en casa, ella lloraba. Lloraba, por tener amor de sobra, ese que es tan grande, que no cabe en el pecho y no tiene a quien darlo, por que su vientre se cerró y no pudo sostener en él el regalo llamado vida.
Manitas suaves, su rostro no pudo sentirte, piel de porcelana, sus ojos no te vieron. Solo fuiste un anhelo, que no se volvió su realidad y ella te ama aún sin tenerte y eso la hace tener amor de más.
La vi, y noté en su mirada la tristeza que la embargaba por la desdicha de no tener a alguien que le diga "mami". Solo escucha esa vocecita en sus sueños, sueños que se volvieron pesadillas y aún cuando duelen, de ellas no quiere despertar.
¿Cuánto dolor debes soportar, cuánto? Tú, la que tienes amor de sobra, la que abrazas niños que no son tuyos, mientras otras solo piensan en no tenerlos.
Como quisiera convertir tu anhelo en esa alegría que tienes para dar a otros, aún cuando por dentro lloras. La vida parece injusta muchas veces, le da a quien no quiere y a quien quiere le quita.
Valiente, no fue una, si no muchas fueron las veces que lo intentó, obteniendo resultados fallidos y sus brazos no cargó a quien llamaría hijo, a quien cuidaría siempre, ese ser inocente y dependiente.
Una rosa para ti, a la que vi, y a diferencia de muchos me detuve a observar, que tenía amor de sobra para dar y este mes no tuvo por quien celebrar, un título que sin tenerlo lo lleva, el titulo de mamá.
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Dedicado a mi amiga María Laura, quién en su 4to intento en la busqueda de un bebé lo perdió, esta vez, no acusa de su enfermedad (lupus), si no, a causa del covid-19. Ella no llora, frente a la gente, solamente sonríe, pero sé cuanto amor tiene de sobra, para dar a quien no ha podido tener entre sus brazos.
Dedicado a todas las madres, sin hijos, aquellas que lo han deseado y la vida no les ha regalado uno, aquellas que en fechas donde muchas celebran, ellas tan solo lloran.
[English Version]
It has love to spare
I saw her, like many, she crossed my path, I could watch her for hours at a time and at no time did I hear a complaint or see a bad reaction from her.
I saw her, smiling and full of tenderness, always giving joy to others, always so radiant. I never saw her cry, let alone ask "why me?"
Her path was full of thorns, those that no one saw, no one noticed, they never imagined the cross she carried, as she just smiled.
When the day ended and she was alone at home, she cried. She cried, for having love to spare, that which is so big, that it doesn't fit in her chest and she has no one to give it to, because her womb closed and she couldn't hold in it the gift called life.
Soft little hands, her face could not feel you, porcelain skin, her eyes did not see you. You were only a longing, which did not become her reality and she loves you even without having you and that makes her love more than enough.
I saw her, and I noticed in her eyes the sadness that overwhelmed her because of the misfortune of not having someone to tell her "mummy". She only hears that little voice in her dreams, dreams that have become nightmares and even when they hurt, she doesn't want to wake up from them.
How much pain must you endure, how much? You, who have love to spare, who embrace children who are not yours, while others think only of not having them.
How I would like to turn your longing into that joy you have to give to others, even when inside you cry. Life seems unfair many times, it gives to those who don't want it and takes away from those who want it.
Brave, it was not one, but many times she tried, obtaining unsuccessful results and her arms did not carry the one she would call son, the one she would always take care of, that innocent and dependent being.
A rose for you, whom I saw, and unlike many I stopped to observe, that she had love to spare and this month she had no one to celebrate, a title that without having it she carries, the title of mother.
Dedicated to my friend Maria Laura, who in her 4th attempt in the search for a baby lost it, this time, not because of her illness (lupus), but because of covid-19. She doesn't cry in front of people, she just smiles, but I know how much love she has to give to those she couldn't hold in her arms.
Dedicated to all mothers, without children, those who have wished but life has not given them one, those who on dates when many celebrate, they only cry.
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