Queda bastante mal de mi parte que reflexione sobre mi propia escritura cuando no soy un escritor consagrado pero bueno, tengo aguante de verdad. Les dejo algo que escribí con respecto a un texto, ese sobre el fin del mundo, situado en Nueva York.
Ayer me vi obligado a escribir sobre Nueva York por un sueño
que tuve. No fui nunca. Mi padre va a menudo allí porque vive cerca y maneja un
camión. La cuestión es que, para componer mi texto, apelé a lugares comunes,
las cosas que uno ve en películas. Hasta hace unos instantes, tenía miedo de
haber errado en la descripción, tenía miedo de que un americano o alguien que
haya ido me dijera que me desvié mucho. Lo bueno es que hallé un texto que me
confirmó en mis visiones. Aunque claro, habla de la ciudad hace muchos años. Y
yo situé mi historia en 2070. Sin embargo, abstracción mediante, y más teniendo
en cuenta de que mi escritura es, básicamente, onírica, salí airoso, gracias a
Dios. Porque no es pecado extrapolar un pasado glorioso a un futuro prometedor,
aunque más no sea una expresión de deseo.
Comparto el hallazgo que me
satisfizo, que tanta paz me dio en mi obsesiva conciencia literaria: "I
was born and raised in The Bronx... just 6 blocks from the old Yankee Stadium
and right down the corner from the Grand Concourse where everyone knew you,
your parents and your family. We played outside in every season, ate summer
lunches at the public park and schools. We played all kinds of games outside
all day. A place where the concrete was perfect for skating, bike riding,
double dutch and created cherished games of football, stickball, kickball, and
lets not forget curve ball red light green light and street parties. Where
water fights consisted of water balloons, pots, pans, cups, buckets and an
opened fire hydrant and i gotta say going in the johnny pump was one of my all
time favorites! We got dirty, ate whatever and nobody asked about allergies.
Wore jewelry made out of candy. We weren't afraid to climb trees, roller skate
or sled down hills and we safely walked around the neighborhood because we knew
our neighbors were watching out for us. The street light was our curfew.
Hot dogs and burgers were fried in a pan, we drank water from the sink, Ice Tea, Kool-Aid, and ate penny candy.
We walked to the store and school and didn't complain.
We carried groceries in for the neighbors without being asked or told to, and without as much as a smirk.
We made friends, argued fought with our hands and made up the next day, without the police getting involved. Oh, and if you disrespected your elders or didn’t look at them while they were talking you got put in your place, and you prayed that your parents wouldn't find out. Rolling your eyes well you don't even want to know what happened if you did that and if you were given the look come on i know we all know the look you didn't dare talk once you got that look back in those days a mother didn't have to say a word just that look you knew no matter how many hours went by could be 12 hours they never forgot anything lol.
I am proud of my background and proud to say that I'm from The Bronx New York. 10452
Re-post this if you're proud of and will never forget where you came from! I will never forget! 😃
Copy and paste and add your home town.the Bronx. 10452. Jesus ave"
Quizás haya una falla de origen en el texto este que encontré en Facebook. Tal vez no merezca ser tenido en cuenta por ser un elemento lábil, inconsistente, que flota en las redes sociales, en las aguas de la web. Sin embargo, falacia de autoridad de mi parte, la persona que lo escribió tiene, de seguro, más conocimiento que yo sobre la ciudad de Nueva York.
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