LITTLE BOYS Little boys come in all shapes and sizes
LITTLE BOYS
LITTLE BOYS Little boys come in all shapes and sizes
Cuento Original:
Carlos Cortés Laura Galindo
Traducción :
Isabella Vargas
Ilustración:
Carlos Cortés
Diseño de portada:
Isabella Vargas
Edición:
Laura Galindo Isabella Vargas
Edición expresamente autorizada para ICAN Copyright by Editorial Celestica, S.A. Bogotá, 2013 Primera edición: 5-18-2013
8:15 AM LITTLE BOY
I would like to tell you a story
Quisiera contarte una historia
One which I wish I could forget.… But the hurt remains Una que quise borrar… Pero las heridas aún quedan
My name is Kodoma Mitsuo, and when I was a Little boy my life got interrupted Mi nombre es Kodama Mitsuo y siendo un niño pequeño mi camino se interrumpió
‘Wake up Kodama’
I remember her voice and her attempts to wake me up every morning. I still got angry every time I remember the way she pulls my blankets off, that’s the way she used to be, with her hands she woke me up.
Recuerdo la voz y sus intentos de despertarme cada mañana, aún me da rabia cuando halaba mis cobijas, pero así era ella, entre sus manos y mi sueño me levanté.
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I ate my breakfast slowly, Okaasan stared at me and I smiled at her. It was late, so I went out running, and I forgot to say goodbye to her, it does not matter, I thought, I’ll see her later.
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Desayuné lentamente, Okaasan me miró y yo le sonreí. Era tarde, así que salí corriendo y en medio del afán no me despedí de ella, no importa (pensé), la veré mas tarde.
It was a sunny day. I liked to pick up every sakura flowers when spring was gone.
Era un dĂa soleado. Me gustaba recoger las hojas de cerezo cuando la primavera pasaba.
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I remember Natsuki at the entrance of school. Always there, on sharp eight o’clock with his baggu.
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Recuerdo a Natsuki a la entrada del colegio. Siempre ahĂ, ocho en punto, ni mĂĄs, ni menos, con su baggu al hombro.
Last one to the classroom doesn’t get a seat (so Natsuki said) and so we ran and ran through corridors until we all slipped and fell down. We lay on the floor, laughing uncontrollably and unable to get up.
El último que llegue al salón pierde silla (decía Natsuki) y entre pasillos y corre, corre, nos resbalamos hasta caer, las risas no aguantaron y clavados en el piso parecíamos contagiados.
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I went into the classroom, took a chair and put my stuff down. The teacher had not arrived yet
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Entré al salón , me senté y dejé mis cosas, la maestra aún no llegaba.
I remembered that I had not said goodbye to Okaasan No me despedĂ de Okaasan, recordĂŠ
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And then the bell rang and class started La campana son贸. La clase empez贸.
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I glanced at the window overlooking the playground, then at the teacher and finally at natsuki, who was staring at the window,pencil in hand. His face suddenly changed.
MirĂŠ a la ventana que daba al patio, luego a la maestra, y finalmente a Natsuki con su mirada fija en la ventana, me trastorno su cambio de rostro y con lĂĄpiz en mano...
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A thousend of lightnings at the same time Mil relรกmpagos al mismo tiempo
There was fear
Estaba el miedo
Above our heads
Estaba encima de nuestras cabezas
Under our feets
Bajo nuestros pies
Inside all of us
Dentro de nosotros
I heard a loud noise
EscuchĂŠ un estruendo
I remember the lights, I could not hear anything. My skin was cold, white and hard as stone.
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Recuerdo ver algunas luces, nada se escuchaba, mi piel blanca, frĂa; estaba rĂgida como una piedra.
My heart was beating really fast and, while I was panting, I managed to move part of my body.
Mi coraz贸n lat铆a a mil y jadeando logre mover parte de mi....
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And there it was, my friend’s hand tightly clutching my sweater.
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Allí estaba, la mano de mi amigo agarrando mi suéter con fuerza.
‘Natsuki!’ I shouted, waiting for a reply but… his hands held tightly my sweater and his fingers fell to the cracked floor.
¡Natsuki!! Grité, esperando respuesta, pero...sus dedos dejaron el saco y cayeron sobre el piso quebrado.
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I could not understand anything… ‘It is a nightmare’, I thought, but it was as real as the uselessness of my legs at that moment..the pain was unbearable.
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No entendía nada… “una pesadilla” pensaba, pero era tan real como la inutilidad de mis piernas en ese momento… El dolor era insufrible.
The fear was so intense that I was paralysed by the thought of what i might find if i moved, but I managed to cross the dead sea that was seeping out into what was, before, my classroom.
El miedo era tan intenso que me paralizaba pensar en lo que podría encontrar si me movía de allí, pero mis fuerzas lograron atravesar el mar inerte que se desplomaba en lo que antes era, el salón de clase.
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I had not said goodbye to Okaasan...
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No me despedí de Okaasan…
Even though I felt like my ears were exploding, I could clearly hear people crying for help.
A pesar de que mis oídos parecían reventarse, los gritos de auxilio se hacían evidentes.
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I had not said goodbye to Otousan and my brothers either.
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Otousan y mis hermanos‌ de ellos tampoco me despedĂ...
Going out was like going back to the nightmare; what I had previously thought to be a high school attack, had become a disaster. Everything had collapsed into dust.
Salir fue como volver a la pesadilla, lo que antes pensaba que era un ataque al colegio se convirti贸 en un desastre. Todo se hab铆a desplomado .
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There was no longer any north or south, everything was enveloped in huge flames‌ my hands were shaking.
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Ya no habĂa norte ni sur, todo se tapaba en llamas gigantes, mis manos temblaban.
I heard a child crying but felt powerless to help him, I couldn’t find him.
Escuché el llanto de un niño me sentía impotente de no ayudarlo, no podía encontrarlo.
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The crying stopped
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El llanto ces贸
The noise was so loud and i do not wanted to be there anymore.
El ruido era muy fuerte no quería estar más allí.
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I lifted my feet trying not to step on what I did not want to touch, but ... It was impossible ... bits clung to me like leeches.
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Levantaba mis pies tratando de no pisar lo que no querĂa tocar, pero...Era imposible... Los pedazos se enredaban en mĂ como sanguijuelas.
My head was churning with a thousand different doubts,questions and fears, but above all, my mind was consumed by thoughts of my family... ‘please let them be alive...’ I said aloud to myself.
Y en mi cabeza se revolvían mil dudas, preguntas, miedos, pero me carcomía la conciencia pensando en mi familia... ”Mantenlos con vida...” dije en voz alta.
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It was no loger a ‘Kendama’ game or a ‘Menko’match . This time it was real life in front of me.
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Ya no era un juego de “Kendama” o una partida de “Menko”. Ese día era la vida real ante mí.
There was lot of burned people and I felt so scared when I looked at them, i ran looking for my house.
HabĂa mucha gente quemada y solo verlos me asustaba, corrĂa buscando mi casa.
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I couldn’t stand the heat. I was able to see a weel a few feets from me. I went closer.
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No soportaba el calor y pude observar a unos metros de mí un tanque, me acerqué.
Without thinking about it I drank, The thirst was unbearable I realized that the taste was different..
Sin fijarme bebĂ, la sed era insoportable, me di cuenta que el sabor era diferente.
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I was afraid and I ran aimlessly, looking forward to that moment when Okaasan was pulling my sheets.
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Tuve miedo y CorrĂ sin rumbo, deseando volver al momento en que Okasaan me halaba las cobijas.
I wanted to reach my home, I wanted to feel safe..
QuerĂa llegar a casa, querĂa sentirme seguro.
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I walked, walked and walked
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Caminé, caminé y caminé
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I couldn’t believe it, I could only see a wall and yet I knew that that was my house.
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No lo pude creer, solo veía un muro pero sabía que esa era mi casa.
I closed my eyes and remembered
CerrĂŠ los ojos y recordĂŠ
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Okaasan
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Otousan
I shouted
GritĂŠ.
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This tale is based on a true story of survival where time doesn’t cure everything; just look at the story of Kodama Mitsuo. We are not trying to break any news nor are we trying to create a novel, we are looking to focus everybody’s attention on an event that is as real as it is meaningful. Without momentum there is no way forwards, and without truth there is no future; you are yourself, I am myself, but all of us are actors.
Este cuento esta basado en una historia real de supervivencia en donde el tiempo no todo lo cura; solo basta leer la historia de Kodama Mitsuo. No pretendemos dar una noticia ni crear una novela, buscamos acercar la mirada de todos a un escenario tan real como trascendente. Sin impulso no hay camino, sin verdad no hay destino; eres tu, soy yo, los actores somos todos.
Little boys come in all shapes and sizes, Shy and adventurous, full of surprises, With misshapen halos and mischievous grins, Small dirty faces, and sweet, sticky chins.
ISBN 958-12-3456-X
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