Fue una tarde de abril, venía cansada del trabajo y sentada en el bus de regreso a mi casa notaba por el reflejo de la ventana a un hombre blanco de labios carnosos y ojos negros, que me mirada, y su mirada me decía muchas cosas
...y en ese momento se me quitaron los kilos de cansancio que tenía y mágicamente me sentí como una pluma.

nos miramos y furtivamente me sonrío y yo lo respondí con una mirada que según yo era pecaminosa...

Para mis adentros deseaba que se bajara en la misma estación que yo, porque el tren venía a reventar de gente y no veía algúna opcion de que el sentará junto a mí y lo único que quería era que se bajara conmigo, porque ya esos juegos de miradas decían más de lo que yo imaginaba.

Yo Me tocaba el cabello y el se mojaba los labios, yo le sonreia y el me mataba con su mirada.

No se si era muy precipitada pero cada vez que pasábamos una estación sentía que se me iba la oportunidad de saber al menos su nombre

... Se acercaba la estación 'gato negro' donde debía bajarme y el corazón lo tenía en la boca de todo lo que me imaginaba, y el me miró y con su mirada me preguntó si me bajaba y yo con un sonrisa le dije que sí...

Al bajar mire rápidamente si el se bajaría, y el llego a mí y me sonrió, me miró y lo salude, le dije mi nombre y el me respondió con una sonrisa, luego saca su celular y se pone a escribir y me muestra: Soy sordo mudo y me llamo Mark un gusto saludarte, y espero que mi condición no te desilusióne, porque a mi no me desilusióna que puedas oir y hablar.

Me quede fría...
No supe que hacer...
Sentí una sensación sin nombre

El me miró, me volvió a sonreír y escribió en su celular : te entiendo, se que no lo esperabas, estoy acostumbrado a esto y puedo entenderte mas de lo que tu crees, porque yo puedo comprender lo que los demás sienten con solo su mirada.

No no Mark no es así... Y luego caí en cuenta que no escuchaba porque era sordo mudo.

Y nos comenzamos a escribír...

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Gracias por entenderme Mark, imagino que para ti es difícil relacionarte con los demás porque no hablas, pero eso no me importa, y quiero conocerte, y saber como es tu mundo.

-Wao! Que honor me haces. Sabes me siento afortunado de no poder escuchar nada y de no hablar nada, porque muchas de las cosas que a ustedes los que oyen y hablan los hace sufrír y pelear.

Jajjajaja! Si, así es Mark, a veces es mejor no hablar y no enterarse de nada para no tener muchos malos entendidos.

-Pero sabes que nosotros los sordos mudos podemos entenderlos mas de lo que ustedes creen?

No como así...

-Entendemos muchos las emociones y sensaciones de las personas...

Cómo lo hacen?
- observandolos sin juzgarlos...
Es decir que sabias, queria hablarte cuando estábamos en el tren?

-Si, lo sabia, porque tu mirada me lo decía...
Tus labios me lo decían.
Todo tu ser me lo decia...

Debo confesarte Mark que me gustaste desde que te vi, solo que no espere que fueras así.

-Y eso es un impedimento, el que sea sordo mudo?
Pensandolo bien, no. Solo que todo sería diferente.

-Y lo diferente no te atrae? No te seduce?

Si claro, Jajjajaja!!!

-Bueno demonos la oportunidad de conocernos y conversar sobre nuestras vida... Quieres?
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Pero solo con una condición Mark
-Cual?
Que me enseñes a como hablarte y oírte con el corazón

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Y colorin colorado un posible amor este comenzado...

Gracias por leerme.

English

The surprise

It was an afternoon in April, I was tired from work and sitting on the bus on my way home I noticed through the reflection of the window a white man with full lips and black eyes, who was looking at me and his gaze was telling me many things
...and at that moment the kilos of tiredness I had were lifted and magically I felt like a feather.

We looked at each other and furtively he smiled at me and I responded with a look that I thought was sinful....

In my heart I wished he would get off at the same station as me, because the train was full of people and I didn't see any option for him to sit next to me and the only thing I wanted was for him to get off with me, because those looks were saying more than I imagined.

I would touch my hair and he would wet his lips, I would smile at him and he would kill me with his gaze.

I don't know if I was too hasty but every time we passed a station I felt like I was missing the chance to at least know his name.

... I was approaching the 'black cat' station where I had to get off and my heart was in my mouth from everything I imagined, and he looked at me and with his look he asked me if I was getting off and I said yes with a smile....

When I got off I looked quickly to see if he would get off, and he came to me and smiled at me, he looked at me and I greeted him, I told him my name and he answered me with a smile, then he took out his cell phone and started to write and showed me: I am deaf and mute and my name is Mark a pleasure to greet you, and I hope that my condition does not disappoint you, because I am not disappointed that you can hear and speak.

I was cold...
I didn't know what to do...
I felt a nameless sensation

He looked at me, smiled at me again and wrote on his cell phone: I understand you, I know you didn't expect it, I'm used to this and I can understand you more than you think, because I can understand what others feel just by looking at them.

No no Mark it's not like that... And then I realized that I didn't listen because I was deaf and dumb.

And we started to write to each other...

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Thank you for understanding me Mark, I imagine that it is difficult for you to relate to others because you don't speak, but I don't care about that, and I want to know you, and know how your world is like.

-Wao! What an honor you do me. You know I feel lucky that I can't hear anything and don't talk at all, because many of the things that you hear and talk about make you suffer and fight.

Hahahahaha! Yes, that's right Mark, sometimes it's better not to talk and not to know anything so as not to have too many misunderstandings.

-But do you know that we deaf mute people can understand you more than you think?

Not like that...

-We understand a lot of people's emotions and sensations?

How do you do it?

• By observing them without judging them...
  I mean you knew, I wanted to talk to you when we were on the train?

-Yes, I knew, because your look was telling me...
Your lips were telling me.
Your whole being was telling me so...

I must confess Mark that I liked you from the moment I saw you, I just didn't expect you to be like that.

-And is that a handicap, the fact that I'm deaf and dumb?
On second thought, no. It's just that everything would be different.

-And you're not attracted to what's different? Doesn't it seduce you?

Yeah sure, hahahahaha!!!!

-Well give us a chance to get to know each other and talk about our lives? Do you want to?
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But only on one condition Mark
-What?
That you teach me how to talk to you and hear you with the language of love.

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Thank you reading me