La caja y la bola / The box and the ball (Stopmotion)

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Published on Aug 17, 2022

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En la caja roja,
hay un rostro color rosa,
sus ojos son de cuadrada forma
Y su nariz muy redonda.
No siempre está abierta,
su rostro se ve, cuando abre la puerta,
mira a ambos lados,
como si esperara algo.

Ese algo no llega,
ella vuelve y se cierra,
hasta que llega la noche fresca
y una bola se acerca.
Golpea en la caja,
ella abre la puerta afanada,
entre la bola muy apresurada,
como si de algo se ocultara.

Cuando la puerta se cierra,
no se ve la bola de ninguna manera,
en ese momento pasa el viento,
queriendo llevarse todo sin misterio.
Intenta alzar la caja,
pero está muy pesada,
no logra llevarla o empujarla
y sigue su paso, porque la noche es larga.

Cuando amanece,
la caja se abre nuevamente,
se despiden, aunque no hay palabras
y la bola se va, a seguir su vida encantada.
Cada noche se repite la historia,
y comprendo lo que pasa ahora,
la caja y la bola juntas son más fuertes,
tanto así, que el viento llevarlas no puede,
debe dejarlas en el mismo lugar siempre
porque aman su mundo y marcharse no quieren.

In the red box there is a pink face, its eyes are square in shape and its nose is very round. It is not always open, her face is visible, when she opens the door, she looks both ways, as if waiting for something.

That something doesn't come, she goes back and closes, until the cool night comes and with the breeze, a ball approaches. It knocks on the box, she opens the door eagerly, between the ball very hurriedly, as if it were hiding from something.

When the door closes, the ball is not seen in any way, at that moment the wind passes, wanting to take everything without mystery. She tries to lift the box, but it is too heavy, she does not manage to carry it or push it, and continues on her way, because the night is long.

When dawn breaks, the box opens again, they say goodbye, although there are no words and the ball leaves, to continue its enchanted life. Every night the story is repeated and I understand what happens now, the box and the ball together are stronger, so much so, that the wind cannot carry them, it must leave them in the same place always because they love their world and they do not want to leave.

_{Créditos

Stopmotion y cuento original de

Margarita Palomino}