MERECES
Ana María Yesquén
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| Ana María Yesquén |
Mereces a quien se muera por verte, las ganas se le transparentan y los minutos cuenta. Mereces a quien te dedica hechos, no palabras. Mereces a quien le vuelvas loco despeinada, con la cara lavada y pantalón de chandal además de con ese vestido negro preciosamente maquillada. Mereces a quién considere tu sonrisa su casa, y su hogar tu mirada. Mereces a quien te ofrece chocolate en esos días que tienes, así, sin preguntar más nada. Mereces a quien le gusta oirte cantar, aunque sea desafinada; a quien te saca a bailar sin música, en cualquier calle transitada. Mereces a quien te deja notas, en las puertas pegadas. Mereces a quien recuerda tus lunares, tan estratégicamente puestos que pudiera dibujarlos como sí un mapa de constelaciones se tratara. Mereces a quien conoce tus cicatrices, tus defectos y también manías y a pesar de tanta imperfección, le fascinas. Mereces a quien cuando a su lado caminas , orgulloso como un pavo real sus plumas vistosas hablan y te aprieta la mano, haciéndote sentir protegida. Mereces a quien te admira, por esos pequeños pasos que das en la vida. Mereces a quien celebra tus logros y te besa en la frente en tus pequeñas derrotas. Mereces a quien no te ignora, te elige en todo momento y te dedica su tiempo. Mereces a quien te ofrece su jersey en una noche fría, al que te habla mirándote, al que te seca las lágrimas con sonrisas. Mereces a quien te da besos de buenos días, caricias de buenas noches y abrazos en la cocina. Mereces a ese que te coge desprevenida, que te alza en volandas y te contagia su risa. Mereces a quien te espera, a la salida del trabajo quizás con una cerveza, pipas o gominolas de fresa, o sin nada, pero quiere darte una sorpresa. Mereces a quien completas, a quien con sólo mirarte tiemblas. Mereces a quien te come los miedos, a quien no le asusten los precipicios, pues te estará agarrando tan fuerte, que si cae, cae contigo...
MERITS
Ana María Yesquén
You deserve whoever dies to see you, the desire is transparent and the minutes count. You deserve to whom you dedicate facts, not words. You deserve to who you go crazy disheveled, with the washed face and pants of tracksuit in addition to that black dress precious makeup. You deserve who your smile considers your home, and your home your look. You deserve whoever offers you chocolate in those days you have, so, without asking anything else. You deserve someone who likes to hear you sing, even if it's out of tune; who takes you out to dance without music, on any busy street. You deserve the one who leaves you notes, at the gated doors. You deserve someone who remembers your moles, so strategically placed that I could draw them as if they were a constellation map. You deserve to know who your scars, your defects and also manias and despite so much imperfection, fascinate him. You deserve to whom when you walk beside him, proud as a peacock his colorful feathers speak and squeezes your hand, making you feel protected. You deserve who you admire, for those little steps you take in life. You deserve who celebrates your achievements and kisses you on the forehead in your small defeats. You deserve who does not ignore you, chooses you at all times and spends your time. You deserve the one who offers you his sweater on a cold night, the one who speaks to you looking at you, the one who dries your tears with smiles. You deserve the one who gives you good morning kisses, goodnight caresses and hugs in the kitchen. You deserve that one who catches you off guard, who lifts you up in the air and makes you laugh. You deserve who waits for you, after work maybe with a beer, strawberry pipes or jelly beans, or nothing, but want to surprise you. You deserve who you complete, whom you just tremble with just looking at you. You deserve the one who feeds you, who does not get scared by the precipices, because it will be holding you so strong, that if it falls, it falls with you ...
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