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Disfruto de mí último sorbo de café, mirando fijamente el reloj que está sobre la mesa, el cual indica que ya está próximo a despertar aquel chiquillo inquieto que no para de jugar.

Siento como el silencio se apaga y el llanto se hace presente, camino lentamente hasta la habitación y hay está él, con su cara de llanto infiel.

Le entrego su biberón y lo veo como me mira con esmeró, pero esa mirada no logra conquistar más que mí desespero, lo cargo, lo llevo y lo suelto.

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Me siento en la mesa del jardín a abservarlo, veo como monta su bicicleta de tres ruedas agitado, con la cual se pasea por todo el lugar, aplastando cualquier bicho que se atraviesa en su camino.

Sus gritos barbucea y yo solo lo miro con indiferencia, el calor me sofoca así que disfruto de mí espumosa cerveza, mientras veo aquel pequeño niño, jugando distraído con un bicho entre sus manos.

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Mis ojos se sorprenden al ver qué es un caracol que babea con terror, por sus manos se resbala aquella sustancia viscosa, que el niño intenta llevar con ansias a su inquieta boca.

La verdad, me acercó, dejo aquel caracol seguir su recorrido en el jardín y me llevo al chiquillo a limpiar su sucio pañal, dentro de aquella bañera espumosa que lo espera.

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Le entrego el biberón, lo miro con horror, espero que suene el reloj, acomodo su bicicleta de tres ruedas en su habitación y su sucio pañal lo dejo caer en la papelera, el reloj sonó y aquel chiquillo nuevamente dormido se quedó.

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! [English]

A nanny's journey in the middle of summer. Tell me a story

I enjoy my last sip of coffee, staring at the clock on the table, which indicates that the restless little boy who never stops playing is about to wake up.

I feel the silence fade away and the crying becomes present, I walk slowly to the room and there he is, with his unfaithful crying face.

I give him his bottle and I see how he looks at me with care, but that look does not manage to conquer more than my despair, I carry him, I carry him and I let him go.

I sit at the garden table to observe him, watching as he rides his agitated three-wheeled bicycle, with which he rides all over the place, squashing any bug that crosses his path.

His screams bark and I just look at him with indifference, the heat suffocates me so I enjoy my frothy beer, while I watch that little boy playing distractedly with a bug in his hands.

My eyes are surprised to see that it is a snail drooling with terror, its hands slipping that viscous substance, which the child tries to carry eagerly to its restless mouth.

The truth, I came closer, I let that snail continue its journey in the garden and I took the little boy to clean his dirty diaper, inside that foamy bathtub that awaits him.

He handed him the bottle, looked at it with horror, waited for the clock to ring, put his three-wheeled bicycle in his room and dropped his dirty diaper in the wastebasket, the clock chimed and the little boy fell asleep again.

Invito a participar especialmente a @annafenix y @brujita18, me gustaría leer su fabulosa historia...

I invite to participate especially to @annafenix and @brujita18, I would like to read their fabulous story...

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