December 19th
You see him in the patio, It has been two years and he is older now. Older, but still only learning to write. You wave excitedly and say “Hello, and who are you today?” He looks at you, at his uncle next to you, at his schoolteacher, and back at you again, fully aware that he’s suddenly surrounded and suspicious that the hint in your voice communicates that somehow, somewhere, there is a correct answer.
“I don’t understand” he replies.
“Last time I saw you, you told me you were a Macaw, and that the day before you had been Batman.”
“Noooooooo!” He responds and starts laughing “I’m Leonardo” he continues for he does not remember. So you greet him under this name and you ask him “Do you know who I am?” He looks at you, at his uncle, at his school teacher, and back again.
“No” he replies. So you smile, you wave, and you continue on your way.
No one tells him who you are, for he will not remember and he is no longer a Macaw.
19 de Diciembre
Lo ves en el patio, han sido dos años y ahora es más grande, más grande, pero todavía aprendiendo a escribir. Lo saludas con emoción y le dices “Hola, y ¿hoy quién eres?” Te mira, a su tío a tu lado, a su maestra, y de vuelta a ti, completamente consciente de que de repente está rodeado y con la sospecha que hay un rasgo en tu voz que comunica que de alguna forma, en algún lugar, hay una respuesta correcta.
“No entiendo” él contesta.
“La última vez que te vi, me dijiste que eras una guacamaya, y que el día anterior habían sido Batman.”
“¡Noooooooo!” El contesta mientras empieza a reír y continúa “Soy Leonardo” ya que no recuerda. Entonces lo reconoces bajo este nombre y le preguntas “¿Sabes quién soy?” Te mira, a su tío, a su maestra, y de vuelta a ti.
“No” te contesta. Entonces sonríes, lo saludas, y continuas en tu camino.
Nadie le dice quién eres, ya que no recordará y ya no es una guacamaya.
