Spanish Freewrite Nº 60 Mensaje diario de 5 minutos: PERCANCE

Era de tarde, casi el sol se ocultaba. Tras las miradas inocentes de sus hijas, la madre ya conocia sus intenciones. Cada dia, a esa misma hora, se sentaban siempre al frente, donde la sombra de un arbol imponente, las refrescaba con brisa. Conversando como si nada, y a la mano un cafe, recordaban esos dias en los que ellas eran bebes. Los trasnochos, los cansancios, lo dificil de criarlas. Madrugadas todas largas, deseando que amaneciera, pues, no era cualquiera quien se aguantaba el momento. Madre sola, y valiente, quien pacientemente se gastaba sus desvelos. Su padre, muy bien gracias, quien sabe donde alzo el vuelo. A pesar de ese PERCANCE, siempre tuvieron un abrazo, un cuidado, una guia, nunca le falto nada. Sus conversas en aquel momento les enseñaban una muy cruda leccion, que hay que tener pantalon para no morir en el intento.

It was late afternoon, almost the sun was hiding. After the innocent glances of his daughters, the mother already knew his intentions. Each day, at that same hour, they always sat in front, where the shadow of an imposing tree refreshed them with a breeze. Convering as if nothing, and at hand a coffee, remembered those days in which they were babies. The afternoons, the fatigue, the difficulty of raising them. All long dawns, wishing that dawned, then, it was not anyone who held the moment. Single mother, and brave, who patiently spent her sleep. Your father, very well, thank you, who knows where I'm flying. In spite of that MISHAP, they always had a hug, a care, a guide, I never missed anything. His conversas at that time taught them a very crude lesson, that you have to have pants to not die in the attempt.