Si es verdad eso que dicen que todos hemos tenido una vida anterior a ésta, yo sé que en esa otra vida pertenecí a una familia marinera y que mi padre fue pescador.
Lo recuerdo levantándose muy temprano en la mañana para irse a faenar. Antes de irse entraba en mi cuarto para darme un beso. Aún puedo sentir la ternura con la que me lo daba. Cuando salía de mi habitación yo me levantaba y me asomaba a la ventana para ver a mi madre despedirse de él en la puerta como si fuera la última despedida, con la mirada clavada en él mientras lo veía marchar, tratando de grabar en su memoria aquel instante por si no volvía a repetirse. Luego se quedaba mirando el lejano horizonte, con la mirada perdida, pensando en él con la nostalgia de que quizá ya no volvería a cruzar de nuevo el umbral de la misma puerta en la que ella se encontraba...
Por las tardes yo lo esperaba sentada en el muelle. Me pasaba horas enteras allí viendo, oliendo, oyendo y sintiendo el mar. Así la espera se me hacía menos dura. Cuando lo veía aparecer me ponía de pie de un salto, con el corazón lleno de alegría y con la mejor de mis sonrisas para recibirlo de esa forma...
Así fue como pasé la mayor parte de mi infancia, hasta que un día se me hizo de noche esperándolo...
Todo esto que cuento fue en mi vida anterior. En ésta nací en Sevilla, hace ahora 26 años. Pero... esa es otra historia.
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The Sweetest Smile I’ve Never Seen
Ir arriba The Sweetest Smile I’ve Never SeenToday is the last day of Lucas’ life. He doesn’t still know it and he won’t until the moment comes.
He is lying at bed. It is only half past eight. "It’s early", he thinks. "I’ll stay a little more on bed". The sun is shining more than usual. He can hear the sweet melody of the bird that is standing by his window. "How wonderful it would be to be a bird!. If I were one, I would spend my whole life travelling all around the world. I’d visit every single place on Earth..." "Well, I’m still young, I have time enough to go wherever I want to", he thinks to himself.
Nothing has really changed for the last months, not even for the last years, nothing but Lucas’ mind. The idea of death fluttering around has almost driven him crazy. Since that day when he visited the doctor and she told him about his disease, he has not been able to think of any other thing. During these two years his first thought in the morning when he wakes up has been: "will it be today?". However, it has not been so today.
How strange life can be sometimes! One spends almost every second, every minute, every hour of their lifetime doing things with the only purpose of having a better life in the future, but one never thinks of making the most of them now. That’s the question, now, not next year, not next month, not next week not even tomorrow. Tomorrow can be too late. Although Lucas has learnt this lesson for the last two years, he still thinks of his uncertain future. In fact, the first thing he has thought of this morning was that he was young enough to travel wherever he wanted. And that’s true partly, because he was thirty-five last July 3.
There were not as many people as he expected. His mother couldn’t attend because she was too busy preparing the dinner for the Fourth Anniversary of the Club Of Women Ready To Overcome Their Problems, of which she is the honorific member. Her mother has always been the typical woman who only cares about herself. Lucas can still remember the day when his mother took the last piece of his favourite cake, knowing that he has left it for the dessert. It was by the time he was only five, but he has not been able to forget it. He felt so disappointed that he was crying for three days. His little mind couldn’t conceive the idea of his mother being so mean. He had been to a school mate’s birthday party a few days ago and he felt desires to be part of that family. He could breathe love and sweetness throughout that house. Not many years passed after that event for him to realise his mother was the most selfish person on Earth..
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