Sueña... by R1

Johan ha perdido la cuenta de cuantos kilómetros ha caminado ya desde que aterrizo hace más de nueve meses en terra incognita. Lo que sí conoce es una constante en cada uno de esos pasos ademas de los sueños que acarrea sobre sus espaldas. Es ese sonido, que taladra su cabeza y que ya es parte de la banda sonora de su vida. A veces, trata de ahogarlo tan fuerte como puede entre las manos en un inútil intento de escapar de su "sabiduría". Pero es imposible, ese pequeño cascabel de cara camaleonica es como ella, una constante en su vida. Incluso ahora, con miles de kilómetros entre los dos, ha podido escuchar como su (¿de él?, ¿de ella?) corazón se rompía en pedazos. Esta vez no ha sido él , sino otro.
Todas las noches desea que la tierra sea plana y sueña con hacer un pequeño agujero y con que este le llevara al otro lado del mundo, a dónde ella vive. Un alma gentil y suave como el sueño de una noche de verano, una bella mujer con un corazon rebosante de palabras de valor para decir las cosas tal como son.
Johan esta a miles de kilometros y no sabe como arreglar su corazon ni como hacerle recordar a ella cuanto el mundo la quiere. Le faltan las palabras, así que por ahora. Tan sólo, sueña.

Johan has lost count of how many kilometers he has walked since he landed in terra incognita more than nine months ago. What he does know is that constant incessant in each step he does. Like the dream he carries along with him. It is that sound, drilling in his head, a sound that he already considers part of the sound track of his life. Sometimes he tries to silence it as hard as he can within his hands in a futile attempt to escape its "knowledge". But is impossible, that little sleighbell if shifting face, like her, is a constant in his life. Even now, thousands of kilometres away, he has been able to hear her heart shattering. Only this time it was not because of him but someone else.
Each night he wishes that the earth were flat. He dreams that just by doing an small hole this would take him to the other side of the world where she lives. A gentle caring soul like a midsummer night's dream. A beautiful woman with a heart filled with words of courage that make her say things like they truly are.
Johan does not know how to fix her heart nor how to remind her of how much everyone loves her. He lacks the words, so for now. He just, dreams.

Sueña... by [M]

Johan ha perdido la cuenta de cuantos kilómetros ha caminado ya desde que aterrizo hace más de nueve meses en terra incognita. Lo que sí conoce es una constante en cada uno de esos pasos ademas de los sueños que acarrea sobre sus espaldas. Es ese sonido, que taladra su cabeza y que ya es parte de la banda sonora de su vida. A veces, trata de ahogarlo tan fuerte como puede entre las manos en un inútil intento de escapar de su "sabiduría". Pero es imposible, ese pequeño cascabel de cara camaleonica es como ella, una constante en su vida. Incluso ahora, con miles de kilómetros entre los dos, ha podido escuchar como su (¿de él?, ¿de ella?) corazón se rompía en pedazos. Esta vez no ha sido él , sino otro.
Todas las noches desea que la tierra sea plana y sueña con hacer un pequeño agujero y con que este le llevara al otro lado del mundo, a dónde ella vive. Un alma gentil y suave como el sueño de una noche de verano, una bella mujer con un corazon rebosante de palabras de valor para decir las cosas tal como son.
Johan esta a miles de kilometros y no sabe como arreglar su corazon ni como hacerle recordar a ella cuanto el mundo la quiere. Le faltan las palabras, así que por ahora. Tan sólo, sueña.

Johan has lost count of how many kilometers he has walked since he landed in terra incognita more than nine months ago. What he does know is that constant incessant in each step he does. Like the dream he carries along with him. It is that sound, drilling in his head, a sound that he already considers part of the sound track of his life. Sometimes he tries to silence it as hard as he can within his hands in a futile attempt to escape its "knowledge". But is impossible, that little sleighbell if shifting face, like her, is a constant in his life. Even now, thousands of kilometres away, he has been able to hear her heart shattering. Only this time it was not because of him but someone else.
Each night he wishes that the earth were flat. He dreams that just by doing an small hole this would take him to the other side of the world where she lives. A gentle caring soul like a midsummer night's dream. A beautiful woman with a heart filled with words of courage that make her say things like they truly are.
Johan does not know how to fix her heart nor how to remind her of how much everyone loves her. He lacks the words, so for now. He just, dreams.

Walkin'in SoHo by R1

Con las maletas recién deshechas y un pequeño mapa en las manos, se decidió a pasear por el famoso SoHo.

Todo era tan grande como pensaba: las calles anchas donde la gente caminaba ajenas a si era peatonal o no, los edificios grandes y repletos de escaleras de emergencia, las tiendas variopintas donde se mezclaba la crema de cacahuetes con la tortilla de patatas importada.
Tenía una pinta un poco afrancesada con esa boina roja, pero su sueño desde pequeñita era pasear por New York con una boina roja, y ahora que era adulta no iba a romperle el corazón a su parte enana.
Se miraba en los reflejos de los escaparates y sonreía observando a través de los cristales las barberías que hasta ese momento solo había visto en las películas, con su chisme redondo bicolor girando a toda velocidad.

Ya casi eran las ocho, las farolas de Manhattan empezaban a encenderse en ese frío mes de febrero. Fue al cruzar la calle Cincuenta cuando lo vió al otro lado, observando un minúsculo mapa de metro a la luz de su movil.

¿Como era posible? con lo grande que era el mundo... ¿encontrarselo precisamente a él?

Se miraron a los ojos a eso de las siete y cincuenta y dos en la acera de la izquierda de la calle cincuenta y no pudieron evitar sentir en los oídos el latido rompedor de sus corazónes.

El mundo era grande, pero no tanto.


As soon as she unpacked all her luggage she took over her little map and decided to walk along the famous Soho.
Everything was as big as she thought: big wide streets where people walk without paying attention if there was any traffic or not, the big buildings full of emergency stairs, the shops as diverse as their content from peanut butter to imported Spanish omelette...
She had kind of a French look, with her red beret. But her dream since she was a child was to stroll along New York with a red beret. Now as an adult she was not meant to her heart to her younger self.
She stared her reflection as it appeared in the shops showcases. She smiled as she look through the crystal of a barber shop like one she had seen so many times on the movies, with it small multi-colour thingy that was spinning at full speed.

It was almost eight, the streetlights of Manhattan started to get light up the streets in that cold February. She was about to cross the 50th when she saw him on the other side, staring to a tinny subway map lit by his cell phone.

How was that possible? Knowing how big is the world. She had to bump into him?

They look each other in the eye. It was eight to eight en the left side of the 50th St when they could not avoid to hear the deafening sound of each other heart, pumping.

The world was big but not that much.

Walkin'in SoHo by [M]

Con las maletas recién deshechas y un pequeño mapa en las manos, se decidió a pasear por el famoso SoHo.

Todo era tan grande como pensaba: las calles anchas donde la gente caminaba ajenas a si era peatonal o no, los edificios grandes y repletos de escaleras de emergencia, las tiendas variopintas donde se mezclaba la crema de cacahuetes con la tortilla de patatas importada.
Tenía una pinta un poco afrancesada con esa boina roja, pero su sueño desde pequeñita era pasear por New York con una boina roja, y ahora que era adulta no iba a romperle el corazón a su parte enana.
Se miraba en los reflejos de los escaparates y sonreía observando a través de los cristales las barberías que hasta ese momento solo había visto en las películas, con su chisme redondo bicolor girando a toda velocidad.

Ya casi eran las ocho, las farolas de Manhattan empezaban a encenderse en ese frío mes de febrero. Fue al cruzar la calle Cincuenta cuando lo vió al otro lado, observando un minúsculo mapa de metro a la luz de su movil.

¿Como era posible? con lo grande que era el mundo... ¿encontrarselo precisamente a él?

Se miraron a los ojos a eso de las siete y cincuenta y dos en la acera de la izquierda de la calle cincuenta y no pudieron evitar sentir en los oídos el latido rompedor de sus corazónes.

El mundo era grande, pero no tanto.

As soon as she unpacked all her luggage she took over her little map and decided to walk along the famous Soho.
Everything was as big as she thought: big wide streets where people walk without paying attention if there was any traffic or not, the big buildings full of emergency stairs, the shops as diverse as their content from peanut butter to imported Spanish omelette...
She had kind of a French look, with her red beret. But her dream since she was a child was to stroll along New York with a red beret. Now as an adult she was not meant to her heart to her younger self.
She stared her reflection as it appeared in the shops showcases. She smiled as she look through the crystal of a barber shop like one she had seen so many times on the movies, with it small multi-colour thingy that was spinning at full speed.

It was almost eight, the streetlights of Manhattan started to get light up the streets in that cold February. She was about to cross the 50th when she saw him on the other side, staring to a tinny subway map lit by his cell phone.

How was that possible? Knowing how big is the world. She had to bump into him?

They look each other in the eye. It was eight to eight en the left side of the 50th St when they could not avoid to hear the deafening sound of each other heart, pumping.

The world was big but not that much.