Mi casa está tejida por las arañas del tiempo, con la sangre de mis manos levanté las paredes, en ella no solo se vivieron los días duros con la llegada de los hijos, también se edifican los sueños.

Mi mujer, que todo lo ve y todo lo oye, aprendió a escuchar el rumor de las paredes y sus voces vecinales.

En mi casa, los fantasmas entran si van vestidos de gente, no importa su elegancia, la sencillez basta para aminorar los miedos.

En mi casa el silencio es un zumbido de oscuridades, los secretos se guardan con sonrisas y algunos tics nerviosos.

En mi casa el viento se detiene a conversar con el sol, nos embriaga con su calor y la lluvia celosa intenta meterse por los resquicios, a veces juega a ser tormenta y nos mueve el techo, recordándonos que ella es parte de la familia.

En mi casa esperamos que el tiempo nos haga perpetuos en el recuerdo y que en la calidez de sus habitaciones los niños tengan la calma que necesitan para crecer.

Bajo este manto vital, ¿para qué querría una nueva casa?

With this poetic prose I am participating in the weekly activity of the #ClubDePoesia and the @freewritehouse community, taking into account the proposed theme: "New house"

Forever home

My house is woven by the spiders of time, with the blood of my hands I raised the walls, in it not only the hard days were lived with the arrival of the children, but also the dreams are built.
My wife, who sees all and hears all, learned to listen to the murmur of the walls and their neighborly voices.

In my house, ghosts enter if they are dressed as people, no matter their elegance, simplicity is enough to lessen fears.

In my house, silence is a buzz of darkness, secrets are kept with smiles and some nervous tics.

In my house the wind stops to talk with the sun, it intoxicates us with its warmth and the jealous rain tries to get in through the cracks, sometimes it plays at being a storm and moves the roof, reminding us that it is part of the family.

In my house we hope that time will make us perpetual in memory and that in the warmth of their rooms the children will have the calm they need to grow.

Under this vital mantle, why would I want a new house?

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