La fuerza en el silencio
No era alguien que se hiciera notar, le gustaba pasar desapercibida, su perfil bajo hasta ante ella misma en el espejo, cauta en el extremo, una mujer que bailaba en el silencio.
Así la veían todos y hasta ella misma, pero un día algo cambió, como un huracán se hizo presente, calló al silencio que por tanto tiempo la enmudeció, su figura desganada y hasta jorobada habían cambiado, erguida, altiva, su mirada al frente reflejaba lo profundo de sus azules ojos.
Era la primera vez que aquella dama dejaba ver su rostro, su cabello lo cubría, tantas veces pensé que era una bruja horrenda con verrugas y que por eso se escondía, pero allí estaba, bella, muy bella.
De pronto sus palabras resonaron aún más fuerte, hasta los pájaros pararon de cantar para escuchar lo que ella vociferaba, tras de ellas, nosotros, los niños que le teníamos miedo por pensar que era la bruja que buscaba comernos, su voz era dulce y fuerte, éramos un batallón de niños y niñas tras la guardiana qué nos protegía.
Su arma eran sus palabras, delante de ella unos hombres déspotas parados al lado de su auto, habían atropellado el perro, al callejero qué todos querían, mismo perro que dormía a la puerta de su casa.
Salió iracunda cuando gritamos por ayuda, aquellos truhanes trataron de golpearnos, ahí fue cuándo salió, nadie más que ella salió en nuestro auxilio, los bravucones comenzaron a bajar sus hombros, demostraba qué perdían la batalla y la valiente dama antes de acabar con su discurso protector los obligó a pedir perdón, no sin antes pedir que llevaran al perro a un veterinario.
Acto seguido se llevaron al perro, el pobre tenía una pata rota y la valiente guerrera subió en aquel auto de hombres ahora dóciles y sensatos. Cuando ella llegó, todos la esperábamos, no estábamos solos, nuestras madres y padres se sumaban al acto de agradecimiento sincero.
Esa tarde aquella mujer silenciosa cobró vida, sus ojos nos veían y se dejaban ver, su cabello ya lo impedía ver su rostro y su figura erguida nos decía que las apariencia engañan, hay que conocer a quien se oculta porque tras una fachada de bruja puede estar la princesa más bella y valerosa qué nunca antes se había visto.
English
Strength in silence
She was not one to be noticed, she liked to go unnoticed, her profile low even before herself in the mirror, cautious in the extreme, a woman who danced in silence.
That was how everyone saw her and even herself, but one day something changed, like a hurricane she became present, she silenced the silence that had silenced her for so long, her listless and even hunchbacked figure had changed, erect, haughty, her gaze reflected the depth of her blue eyes.
It was the first time that lady let us see her face, her hair covered it, so many times I thought she was a hideous witch with warts and that was why she was hiding, but there she was, beautiful, very beautiful.
Suddenly her words resounded even louder, even the birds stopped singing to listen to what she was saying, behind them, we, the children who were afraid of her because we thought she was the witch who wanted to eat us, her voice was sweet and strong, we were a battalion of boys and girls behind the guardian who protected us.
Her weapon was her words, in front of her some despot men standing next to her car, had run over the dog, the stray that everyone loved, the same dog that slept at the door of her house.
She came out furious when we shouted for help, those thugs tried to hit us, that was when she came out, no one else but her came to our aid, the bullies began to lower their shoulders, showing that they were losing the battle and the brave lady before finishing with her protective speech forced them to ask for forgiveness, but not before asking them to take the dog to a veterinarian.
Then they took the dog, the poor thing had a broken leg and the brave warrior got into that car of men now docile and sensible. When she arrived, we were all waiting for her, we were not alone, our mothers and fathers joined in the act of sincere gratitude.
That afternoon that silent woman came to life, her eyes saw us and let us see, her hair already prevented us from seeing her face and her erect figure told us that appearances are deceiving, you have to know who is hiding because behind a witch's facade may be the most beautiful and courageous princess that had never been seen before.
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