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lunes, 29 de junio de 2009

Niños jugando



Hoy he ido a cenar a un restaurante con una familia con cuatro niños pequeños. Hacía tiempo que no recordaba lo movidos que pueden ser los niños pequeños. Me lo he pasado de maravilla viendo como no aguantaban ni un minuto sentados a la silla, cómo las dos más pequeñas luchaban en una guerra de besos por ver quién podía dar más besos, mientras la hermana más mayor contaba el número de trocitos de patatas fritas que le habían puesto en el plato.

En otro momento, durante una jocosa discusión, dos hermanas iban acercando sus caras hasta que las frentes se tocaban y se empujaban para hacer prevalecer sus argumentos entre sonrisas. Especialmente memorable el momento en que la más pequeña ha insisto en darle un beso en la mejilla al hermano, circunstancia que ha aprovechado para darle un cariñoso mordisco.

Yo me lo he pasado muy bien. Siempre me gusta ver los juegos de los infantes. No así el señor de la mesa de al lado que nos daba la espalda. Yo veía cómo se cocía en su salsa. No quería ruidos, no quería niños riendo, quería silencio, calma. Varias veces les ha echado una mirada asesina a las criaturitas. Seguro que tampoco le gustan los gatos. Seguro que no pone la X a la Iglesia en la declaración de la renta. Este tipo de personas que no ponen la X, que no les gustan los niños, ni los gatos, después dicen cosas como que los obispos no saben cuál es su lugar en la sociedad.

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Children playing


Today I have gone to have dinner to a restaurant with a family with four small children. It was doing time that did not remember it moved that can be the small children. I have spent it to myself of marvel seeing as they were bearing not even a minute sat to the chair, how the smallest two were fighting in a kisses war to see who could give more kisses, while the sister more the biggest was counting the number of bits of chips that they had put to him in the plate.

In another moment, during a jocular discussion, two sisters were bringing his faces over until the foreheads were touching and were pushed to make his arguments prevail between smiles. Especially memorable the moment in which the smallest there is I insist on giving a kiss in the cheek to the brother, circumstance of that he has made use to give him an affectionate bite.

I have spent it to myself very well. I always like seeing the games of the infantes. Not this way the master of the table of nearby that was giving us the back. I saw how I was cooked in his sauce. He did not want noises, did not want children laughing, wanted silence, calmness. A killer look has thrown several times to the criaturitas. It is sure that he does not like the cats either. It is sure that it does not put the Xth to the Church in the income tax return. This type of persons who do not put the Xth, that they like neither the children, nor the cats, later says that things as that the bishops do not know what his place is in the society.

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