La creatividad no tiene lugar
Él era un chico joven de mediana estatura, muy guapo, de piel blanca y con una forma muy elegante de vestir. Ella era una chica sencilla, de porte común, pero que no dejaba de mostrar una hermosa sonrisa. Los dos eran absolutamente desconocidos; sin embargo, se podía apreciar una química un tanto especial.
Mientras él se encontraba distraído con su lectura, ella recrea a sus historias escribiendo desde su equipo digital. No se imaginan cuántas cosas pude ver desde la distancia en la cual me encontraba. Aquella chica solo escribía y expresaba, el deseo intenso de al menos rozar las manos de aquel desconocido y que no podía entender, cómo causaba en ella, tanta sensación de deseo.
Entonces, se le ocurrió un plan: escribir todo aquello que estaba vivenciando, con la esperanza de que su lector vecino fijará la mirada en sus letras. Y pudiera encontrar en su escrito más riqueza en su lectura, que en la que tenía en ese momento en sus manos. Se podía ver, aquella mujer, tecleando rápidamente, porque sus dedos se movían de un lado a otro. Hasta que, por un instante, pareciera que se detuvo el tiempo y todo se congeló, aquel hombre vecino llegó de visita a su escrito y con una leve mirada pudo dar un paseo la lectura que aquella mujer dedicaba.
En ese momento aquel hombre desconocido, dejó de lado su lectura y ya no podía alejar la mirada al dispositivo móvil de su vecina desconocida, lo que produjo que un momento ella dejara de escribir y el de leer haciendo que sus miradas se cruzaran, tan solo para notar que ese caballero se disponía a retirarse y mientras se alejaba, esas dos almas no dejaban de mirarse. Luego de bajarse del autobús, por la ventanilla, sus miradas jugaban.
Los invito a compartir sus momentos en Liketu y sus @talentos.
Con cariño
Angelica7
English version
Creativity Has No Place
He was a young man of medium height, very handsome, with pale skin and a very elegant way of dressing. She was a simple girl, with an ordinary demeanor, but who never stopped showing a beautiful smile. The two were complete strangers; however, a somewhat special chemistry was evident.
While he was distracted by his reading, she recreated her stories by typing on her digital device. You can't imagine how many things I could see from the distance I was at. That girl was only writing and expressing the intense desire to at least touch the hands of that stranger, who couldn't understand how he caused such a feeling of desire in her.
Then, she came up with a plan: to write down everything she was experiencing, hoping that her neighboring reader would focus their attention on her words. And might find in her writing more richness in her reading than in what she was holding at that moment. You could see that woman typing quickly, because her fingers were moving from side to side. Until, for a moment, it seemed as if time had stopped and everything had frozen. That man, a neighbor, came to visit her writing, and with a brief glance, he was able to take a look at the woman's reading.
At that moment, the unknown man put his reading aside and couldn't take his gaze off his neighbor's mobile device. This caused her to stop writing for a moment, and then stop reading, causing their gazes to meet, only to notice that the gentleman was about to leave. As he walked away, those two souls couldn't stop looking at each other. After getting off the bus, their gazes played through the window.
I invite you to reflect and share your moments with Liketu and your @talentos too.
Fondly
Angelica7
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