Tras Los Libros

Behind the Books

Tras Los Libros

With blows, against the ground, he unleashes his anger and fear. He tries to understand, because suffering is his lot. He wakes up, crying, in the middle of his night and in his loneliness he finds himself, sitting on the edge of the abyss and the pain pushes him mercilessly.A golpes,contra el suelo,deshaoga su rabia y su miedo.Intenta comprender,porque sufrir le toca a el. Despierta,llorando,en medio de su noche y en su soledad se encuentra,sentado al borde del abismo y el dolor,lo empuja sin piedad.

He hides behind the books, not even allowed in school anymore, threatening notes that reach his desk, his patience runs out and he doesn't know what to do, whether to tell what's happening to him, or keep it to himself.Se esconde tras los libros,ya ni en la escuela lo dejan,notitas de amenaza,que le llegan a su mesa,la paciencia se le agota y no sabe bien que hacer si contar lo que le pasa,o guardarselo pa el.

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And he starts to cry, every awakening, afraid to face his harsh reality. He doesn't understand why he must remain silent, and fear steals the words to speak. He tries to laugh, to speak without trembling. But the insults hurt more than every blow they give him. Alone. Thinks it's better not to have been born, than to live to cry.Y rompe a llorar,cada despertar,por miedo a enfrentarse a su dura realidad.No entiende porque se debe callar,y el miedo roba las palabras para hablar.Intenta reir,hablar sin temblar.Pero los insultos duelen mas que cada golpe que le dan. Solo. Piensa que es mejor no haber nacido,que vivir para llorar.

He starts another day, determined to break his cowardice, he doesn't want to suffer anymore, and he's tired of crying. He tells his father about every blow and insult he had to endure. He trusts and doesn't run away, finally leaving behind his dark reality. Ahh. He's no longer alone, he has someone by his side, they gave him the life that the strength took away. And they suffered in silence, everything he suffered. Now the fear is gone and is part of his past.Empieza,otro dia,dispuesto a romper su cobardia,no quiere sufrir mas,y sta cansado de llorar. Le cuenta,a su padre,cada golpe y cada insulta que ha tenido que aguantar .Confia y no huye,por fin se queda atras su oscura realidad ahh. Ya no se encuentra solo tiene alguien a su lado,ellos le han dao la vida que la fuerza le quitaron.Y sufrieron en silencio,todo lo que sufrio el.Ahora el miedo se ha acabado y forma parte de su ayer.

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And he starts to laugh, every awakening, without fear of facing his new reality, he doesn't understand why he remained silent, and fear stole the words to speak. Now he can laugh, speak without trembling. He feels supported by people who will always love him. Nowwww, he thinks it's better to have spoken, than to live to cry.Y rompe a reir,cada despertar,sin miedo a enfrentarse a su nueva realidad,no entiende porque,se pudo callar,y el miedo robo las palabras para hablar.Ya puede reir,hablar sin temblar.Se siente arropado por personas que por siempre le querran.Ahoraaaaa,piensa que es mejor haber hablado,que vivir para llorar.