No existen circunstancias comunes en esta gata sin retorno, se producieron por el capricho de un amor ocurrente, que nació de un hada del bosque. Un soleado día ella detallaba por casualidad a una vecina nueva, que pretendía pasar desapercibida entre tratos ariscos y aventuras en terrenos desconocidos.
Sin duda, por su sigilo y forma de gato, no pasó de largo por los ojos de ese ser mágico, que tanto esperaba un amigo, entonces sin permiso de su familia o de su voluntad, la obligó a jugar con ella como muñeca de trapo. Cualquiera diría que estaban en un loco ir y venir de sentires fervientes, pero era simplemente un amor infantil, incapaz de diferenciar lo terrenos del llamado espacio personal.
Así que rasguños se presentaban en ocasiones en aquella piel morena que lleva las estrellas, acelerando las preocupaciones de su madre élfica, por la imponente de su hija, que nunca quería oír de razones, porque en su corazón del océano, la gatica era suya y de nadie más, y que en su mente galáctica no había fallas en su lógica.
Su madre espera que entienda que los universos corren solos, mientras la gata forma en diversos momentos efímeros parte de una familia elocuente, y se le puede observar con los ojos más gigantes del destino, mientras posa para mis retratos como sí lo hubiera hecho toda la vida, en su pequeña existencia gatuna.
English
There are no common circumstances in this cat without return, they were produced by the whim of a witty love, born from a fairy of the forest. One sunny day she happened to detail a new neighbor, who pretended to go unnoticed amidst surly dealings and adventures in unfamiliar terrain.
Undoubtedly, because of her stealth and cat-like form, she did not pass by the eyes of that magical being, who so much expected a friend, then without permission from her family or her will, forced her to play with her as a rag doll. Anyone would say that they were in a crazy back and forth of fervent feelings, but it was simply a childish love, unable to differentiate the land from the so-called personal space.
So scratches sometimes appeared on that brown skin that bears the stars, accelerating the worries of her elven mother, for the imposing of her daughter, who never wanted to hear of reasons, because in her heart of the ocean, the kitty was hers and no one else's, and that in her galactic mind there were no flaws in her logic.
Her mother waits for her to understand that universes run by themselves, while the cat forms in various ephemeral moments part of an eloquent family, and can be observed with the most gigantic eyes of destiny, as she poses for my portraits as if she had done it all her life, in her small cat-like existence.
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