viernes, 8 de septiembre de 2017

El hombre aislado

     Se sentía un verdadero macho, su orgullo le hacía delirar, pensaba que su virilidad tenía que ser reconocida allá donde él apareciera, el desprecio que la defensa del patriarcado había mostrado hacia la ternura de su corazón lo superaba renunciando a ella y volcando odio contra contra los judíos, contra los alemanes, contra los palestinos, contra los extraterrestres, contra las monjas de clausura, durmiendo en el sillón de su hogar delante de la tele, soñaba con tener a quién darle amor aunque era casado y con hijos en la universidad.

The isolated man

He felt a real male, his pride made him delirious, he thought that his virility had to be recognized wherever he appeared, the contempt that the patriarchate's defense had shown towards the tenderness of his heart surpassed it by renouncing it and turning hatred against the Jews, against the Germans, against the Palestinians, against the aliens, against the cloistered nuns, sleeping in the armchair of his home in front of the TV, he dreamed of having to whom to give love even though he was married and with children in college.

©Luis Rafael García Lorente