Fernández Goberna

Esto es una carta a dos personas que ya no están aquí, dos personas que han sido grandes luces en mi vida, y que siempre lo seguirán siendo...puede que ya hayas leído esto antes, pero los abuelos deberían ser eternos.

(Lo siento por lo del idioma, me dio por escribirla en inglés....si alguno quiere la traducción que me la pida, no la busque en google)

You hear that?

Out There?

I know you can't.

It's the city...breathing.

Most people can't, actually. But I know you will if you were here.

I wish you could see how everything has changed in the last few years....well I'm not  sure of that in fact, you have fought enough, I guess you needed some peace and that's why you left when things started going wrong out there.

I've been thinking about you lately, about you two. I'm sure you're with her, and so with him.

I just wish you could have seen me playing football the last two years. We won the national championship, I won, and I did it for you.

I'm glad that when I think of you I can't help bringing to my mind that last and beautiful smile I saw on your face when you knew we were coming to live with you.

Lately everytime I walk into the sitting room I look to the right and see you reading the newspaper and listening to the radio. And then I look to the left and see her knitting while watching TV.

And I just wish you two could have seen me singing on my  first concert the other day, with momy.

And I wish you could keep telling me old stories about your trips and the times during the Civil War.

And I wish she could keep making me the best sweaters and scarfs ever, like the Gryffindor one she made me a lot of years ago, and which I keep as one of my most important treasures.

And I wish I could talk to you now, and share political opinions, even though I know we won't disagree in anything.

And I wish this memories weren't the only things I have left of you two.

And I wish I could sit down once more in the same table we used to, in the same table I'm now writing this lines...and eat some chinese food with her one more time, and drink a coke with you one more time...one more time that would last forever.

Now I say goodbye, knowing that this ain't actually a goodbye, that then wasn't either, that never will.

See you at the end of the journey.

Love Always.

Isis Inés