El niño burbuja disfruta de la brisa. Cada vez que los dos hermanos juegan a hacer pompas, el niño burbuja intenta volar más y más alto. A veces otras pompas se cruzan en su trayectoria y le obligan a volver al punto de partida, donde un nuevo soplo le dará alas para seguir soñando. El niño burbuja vive con la ilusión de poder encontrar la pompa de jabón perfecta, esa que le aleje del círculo y que le permita viajar lejos. Al niño burbuja le gusta jugar con las pompas a su alrededor, aunque con su roce a veces se destruyan. Cuando eso sucede, el niño burbuja recupera rápidamente el equilibrio y sigue ascendiendo sin mirar atrás.
Al niño burbuja le encanta fusionarse con otras burbujas, pero sabe que cuando eso ocurre pierde altura, así que juega a unirse con alguna pompa y a soltarse limpiamente para poder así seguir su camino. Porque si una cosa tiene clara el niño burbuja es que las pompas que le rodean no comparten su objetivo. Ninguna de ellas quiere salir del círculo. Algunas ni siquiera aspiran a tocar el cielo. El niño burbuja lleva ya un tiempo preparando su salida, y al oir a los hermanos preparar la mezcla de jabón sabe que hoy ha llegado su gran día.
Los dos hermanos han aprendido hoy cómo hacer pompas de jabón gigantes. Ahora ya saben que necesitan mezclar 10 tazas de agua, 4 tazas de lavavajillas líquido y una taza de jarabe de maíz. El niño burbuja observa con atención a los dos hermanos mientras sumergen el alambre en la mezcla, y como si de una varita mágica se tratase, nace la que sabe que será la pompa perfecta. Sin dudarlo se sumerge en ella y disfruta del momento. La luz del sol hace que la pompa sea multicolor. El niño burbuja se relaja mientras la brisa le mece. Los dos hermanos siguen con la mirada la trayectoria de la pompa, que cual cometa escapada en el cielo sube y sube hasta perderse tras una nube.
El niño burbuja sonríe. Vaya a donde vaya, ya no será atrás.
miércoles, 28 de agosto de 2013
RAT RACE
It is this time of the year again. Summer is getting to its end and the racers are taking their positions on the tracks. The rat race is about to start!
This is a private event, and the organisers have made sure rats cannot see one another, in order to guarantee the rats' privacy. This is a must, as rats need to be sure their strategies will not be made public.
The first rats to get to the finish line will start biting their winter supply of cheese. It is a truth universally acknowledged that rats have access to plenty of cheese in wide-ranging flavours, textures, and forms during the summer, but as soon as there is a change in the weather they get anxious and join the rat race.
It is not easy to place a bet, and therefore I have decided to simply observe and enjoy the game from my seat.The youngest rats are fast and determined, but get easily distracted from the objective. If someone throws a bit of cheese to them, they will stop and eat it, even if it is a bit of rotten cheese. The rats who already have a cheese supply at home are not as fast as the youngest rats, but they do have the lowest rate of injury because they know the game and they play it safe.
From my seat I can smell the desperation coming from the rats who are not good at this. Most of them will probably abandon the race at the sight of the first obstacles placed on their way. They sweat, they stop and step back, then they step forward, then back again. Not a nice view for the audience, who will throw anything at them to help them give up.
Some rats play in teams: they have someone guiding and encouraging them until they get to the finish line. But rats are not good team players, and rarely enjoy the prize, as they feel they have put less effort than the others to get it. Most of the times they take some bites and leave the place to join another rat race.
And then there are the veterans. Those that come year after year to get their share of cheese. They know their way on the track, they know what to do, they are acclaimed by the audience and usually receive a special treatment from the organisers.
Of course there are new contestants every year.
The rat race has started. Place your bets.
This is a private event, and the organisers have made sure rats cannot see one another, in order to guarantee the rats' privacy. This is a must, as rats need to be sure their strategies will not be made public.
The first rats to get to the finish line will start biting their winter supply of cheese. It is a truth universally acknowledged that rats have access to plenty of cheese in wide-ranging flavours, textures, and forms during the summer, but as soon as there is a change in the weather they get anxious and join the rat race.
It is not easy to place a bet, and therefore I have decided to simply observe and enjoy the game from my seat.The youngest rats are fast and determined, but get easily distracted from the objective. If someone throws a bit of cheese to them, they will stop and eat it, even if it is a bit of rotten cheese. The rats who already have a cheese supply at home are not as fast as the youngest rats, but they do have the lowest rate of injury because they know the game and they play it safe.
From my seat I can smell the desperation coming from the rats who are not good at this. Most of them will probably abandon the race at the sight of the first obstacles placed on their way. They sweat, they stop and step back, then they step forward, then back again. Not a nice view for the audience, who will throw anything at them to help them give up.
Some rats play in teams: they have someone guiding and encouraging them until they get to the finish line. But rats are not good team players, and rarely enjoy the prize, as they feel they have put less effort than the others to get it. Most of the times they take some bites and leave the place to join another rat race.
And then there are the veterans. Those that come year after year to get their share of cheese. They know their way on the track, they know what to do, they are acclaimed by the audience and usually receive a special treatment from the organisers.
Of course there are new contestants every year.
The rat race has started. Place your bets.
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