Era de noche pero parecía de día. Lo sabía porque mi reloj marcaba las 10:30 pm. La brisa despeinada mis cabellos y me impedía ver a mi alrededor, rápido recordé que en mi mano izquierda llevaba mi felpa de emergencia y me recogí el pelo. Entonces lo vi desde la distancia parecía tranquilo e inofensivo incluso hasta dulce.
Luego lo vi saltar, saltaba tan alto que llegue a pensar que no era un conejo sino un canguro. Despacio fui acercándome, quería tomarlo entre mis manos y acariciarlo. No pase mucho trabajo en atraparlo a pesar que las condiciones ambientales no eran muy favorables. Su piel era como estar tocando algodón, suave y delicada. Era tan blanco que me nublava la vista, sus ojos no eran rojos como muchas veces lo he visto, eran de un color indescriptible, tenia la mirada perdida y algo en él me decía que no estaba bien. Era raro. Llegué a sentir miedo cuando lo tuve entre mis brazos. Lo que no esperaba era que el conejo hablara y mira que hablaba decía unas palabrotas, bueno, decía de todo.
Me contó tantas historias que si les digo no me creerían. Sabía mucho de mi, pero no solo las cosas buenas, las que todo el mundo sabe o cree imaginarse, conocía mis secretos más oscuros, lo que nunca le he dicho a nadie. Aquel conejo más que encantador, era realmente un reflejo de mi propia alma con vida propia, claro también estaba su personalidad, eso era lo que no me gustaba, era cruel al hablar, parecía que encajaba puñales con esas palabrotas que decía sin sentido alguno. Muy rápido nos hicimos mejores amigos, pero Pedrito era caprichoso, ese era su nombre, quería ir a buscar zanahorias detrás de la montañas. Y cuando por fin me tenía convencida de que lo acompañará sentí un grito a lo lejos y con ello todo mi cuerpo se removió.
_ Despierta es hora de levantarse, se te hace tarde.
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English version 👇
It was night but it looked like a day. I knew it because my watch marked 10:30 pm. The disheveled breeze my hair and prevented me from seeing around me, I quickly remembered that in my left hand I wore my emergency plush and picked up my hair. Then I saw it from a distance seemed calm and harmless even to sweet.
Then I saw him jump, jumped so high that he came to think that he was not a rabbit but a kangaroo. I slowly approached, I wanted to take it in my hands and caress him. I do not work much work in catching it even though the environmental conditions were not very favorable. His skin was like being playing cotton, soft and delicate. It was so white that my eyes clouded, his eyes were not red as I have seen, they were of an indescribable color, he had the lost look and something in him told me that it was not right. It was weird. I got to feel fear when I had it in my arms. What I did not expect was for the rabbit to talk and see that he spoke said words, well, he said everything.
He told me so many stories that if I tell them they would not believe me. I knew a lot about me, but not just the good things, those that everyone knows or thinks imagine, I knew my darker secrets, which I have never told anyone. That more than lovely rabbit was really a reflection of my own soul with my own life, of course there was also his personality, that was what I did not like, it was cruel to speaking, it seemed that I stabbed stabs with those words that he said without any meaning. Very fast we became better friends, but Pedrito was capricious, that was his name, he wanted to look for carrots behind the mountains. And when I finally had convinced that I will accompany him I felt a cry in the distance and with it my whole body stirred.
_ Wake up is time to get up, you get late.
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