Tejiendo la noche…

Tejiendo la noche

La negra tejía y tejía y mientras tejía hablaba con su familia en Medellín a través del Skype, como todos los sábados por la noche. Todos los miembros de la familia querían hablar con ella o, al menos, intercambiar ‘alguna nota’. Madre, padre, tíos, tías, sobrinos, sobrinas, hasta recién nacidos y perritos pasaban felizmente por el ojo de la vieja webcam.

Y como todos se pusieron a echar cháchara, a ‘chicanear’ y a compartir ‘chismes’ de ambos lados del océano, la negra no se dio cuenta que con esa bufanda ya podía cruzar el universo.

La negra knitted and knitted and while she was knitting she was ‘video calling’ through Skype with her relatives in Medellín, well, just like she would do every Saturday night. All family members –mother, father, uncles, aunts, nieces and nephews- wanted to talk with her; they claimed at least a ‘small talk’, and, even just born babies and little dogs were proudly exhibited in front of the old webcam’s eye.

And because everyone was chitchatting, bragging and gossiping from one side of the ocean to the other and back, la negra didn’t notice that her scarf had begun to cross the universe.

12 thoughts on “Tejiendo la noche…

    • Dear Seonaid, you have that capacity of describing anything in such beautiful English words, I could only dream of writing like you do! I think you understood la negra’s cat very well. 🙂

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