Time to walk away!


El Café: Lugar de sueños incompletos

Porque a lo lejos quedo el café que una vez entrelazó el destino de dos jóvenes que aún esperan encontrarse en el camino. Hoy ambos te extrañan porque quedaste lejos pero jamas te olvidaron.

Cuentan que se refugian aún en ti aquellos que se dan cita como los jóvenes lo hicieron por un tiempo. Quizás es porque allí también oyen las campanas de la Iglesia que repican al unísono del teclado de las viejas computadoras.

¿Las habrán cambiado? Puede que si pues todo cambia. Así cambio el jóvenes que al extranjero se fue a buscar lo que no encontró en ese hermoso lugar.

No se como explicar sin que mis lagrimas tenga que enjugar porque con los cambios que el hizo no se acortó para ellos el camino.

!Oh café!, Si pudieras entender que las quitas de aquellos enamorados sigues tan vigente como el amor que sienten. Eres un recuerdo que los une.

Sueñan con algún día estar del mismo lado del teclado. Quisieran escribir su historia en el resguardo de tu seno que amamanto en ellos por un tiempo este gran sueño.

I Remember my Dad!

I miss you!

You went to Heaven. To the place, we will share one day for eternity. The home we did not have together when I was young and innocent. One day I will experience living with my dad for the first time and forever.

My days will not be sad, nor will I have to cry for you like when I was a child. I only wanted to know who you are. I will tell everyone that I had what they have, a dad!

In my younger years, I missed you terribly. I am glad for the day you came to meet me. I was thirteen, a skinny and scared child.

Driving the almost thirty-five miles was not as terrible or scary as you thought. My grandfather was not even present to complain. Everyone welcomed you with open arms, even my stepdad.

That early afternoon I saw a white Cadillac approaching. Or was it a Town Car? I was too young to recognize the difference. I hid for a while. I knew in my heart that car brought to me, my dad.

I do not know how I knew. Things of the Spirit that dwelleth in me since I was noticeably young? He is still with me, my comfort, my counselor.

For the first time, I will see his face. Do I look like him or just like my mom? I loved you from the moment I saw you. Your eyes told me how excited you were to see me, or was it that you remembered the old romance you had with my mom? Who knows, the heart is complicated. It could have been a combination of feelings, that is all.

Thank you, dad. You showed up and share with me a little bit of what others have for a lifetime. I remember my Quinceanera. You made me feel incredibly special.

One day in the future, we will be together forever. We will have a HOME. A home like the normal kids have. That is how I felt through the years. Different, unwanted, unfit to be a part of that family, except for my loving stepdad.

It is a terrible thing to bear. Fathers pay attention. Your child may be suffering silently in your absence.