La flor que tenía dueño y el dueño que no tenía flor // The Flower

Os contaré la historia de una bonita flor, esta flor era especial, era una flor muy solitaria pero desprendía mucha alegría y pedía a gritos que alguien la cogiese y se la llevase a casa, ella solo quería compañía y un poco de agua cada día. Es la historia de una flor que creía que tenía dueño y de un dueño que nunca tuvo esa flor. Esta es mi historia, tú historia y la de otras muchas.

Pues sí, yo me sentía como tal, me moría de sed cuando no te acordabas de mi apagándome poco a poco y cuando te acordabas, cuando te acordabas era la flor más feliz del mundo.

Y es que esta pequeña flor estaba acostumbrada a que la regasen todos los días, pero poco a poco su dueño se cansaba y esta flor, tan frágil y a la vez tan fuerte tuvo que aprender a sobrevivir sólo con una gota cada semana, tenía tantas ganas de que su dueño siguiese viéndola como algo especial que comenzó a comportarse como un cactus y a poder sobrevivir sin agua durante un tiempo.

Pero una mañana intentó levantarse como todas las demás sin embargo no pudo, había pasado mucho tiempo y no podía engañarse más, no tenía fuerza pues le faltaba ese agua que alguna vez tuvo día tras otro y ya no. Había aprendido a vivir sin ella durante unos cuantos días, pero como todos sabéis las flores que no son cactus, incluso las flores que quieren parecerse a los cactus o incluso los cactus necesitan un poco de agua y ella no la había recibido.

Os contaré el final pues es algo distinto al que pensáis, esta flor no se murió era demasiado joven para eso, esta flor, aunque dormida, sigue esperando a qué alguien se ofrezca para cuidarla a pesar de que su aspecto no sea el mismo que aquella vez cuando su dueño decidió adoptarla para no cuidarla.

I will tell you the story of a nice flower, this flower was special, was a very solitary flower but it was detaching many happiness and she was wonder for someone to take her home, she only wanted company and a bit of water every day. This is the story of a flower that was thinking that it had owner and of an owner who never had this flower. This is my story, your story and the story of many others.

So yes, I was feeling as this flower, I was dying of thirst when you were not remembering me and when you were remembering me, when you were remembering me I was the happiest flower of the world.

And it is that this small flower got used to be watered every day, but little by little his owner was getting tired and this flower, so fragile and simultaneously so strong had to learn to survive only with a drop every week, she had so many desires of which his owner was continuing seeing her as something special that began to behave as a cactus and to being able to survive without water during a time.

But one morning she tried to get up like all mornings however she couldn’t, it had been a long time and could not deceive any more, she didn’t have force since she was lacking this water that at some time had day after other one and already not.
She had learned to live without it for a few days, but as all you know the flowers that are not cactus, enclosed the flowers that want to look like the cactuses or even the cactuses too need a bit from water and she had not received it.

I will tell you the end since it is something different from the one that you think, this flower didn’t die she was too young, this flower continues waiting for someone who offers to take care of her in spite of the fact that her aspect is not the same that long time ago when his owner decided to adopt her and didn’t take care of her.