La consigna era imaginar que Kafka quiere ayudar a otro niño que ha perdido algo preciado y escribir una carta personificando ese objeto. Como originalmente fue escrito en inglés, publico la versión original y también la traducción.
Dear Kate,
I know that going to the park without me has not been the same. I also miss you. I will never forget that you were the one who gave me life. If it weren’t for you, I would just be pieces of paper and string. You made me what I am, a beautiful kite. You taught me how to fly and I will always treasure in my heart those afternoons that we spent together.
However, I am sorry to let you know that my mornings were rather depressing. I never understood why your mummy did not want you to take me to school (I personally believe that it would have been great fun!) The early hours of the day were really dull without you. At least, during summer, time seemed to go faster as I imagined the fantastic adventures we were going to share. But rainy mornings really filled me with a you-are-going-to-stay-here-the-whole-day sensation.
Anyway, let’s talk about the most delightful moment (both for you and me). Your arrival from school! There I was, lying on your bedside table, peeping through the window … And all of a sudden, you stormed into the room and caught me by my string. Both of us were ready to go and have fun.
I must admit that my trip to the park was not the way I planned it to be. I could picture you hopping along the street holding me with your hand while I was flying right beside you.. Instead, I was trapped inside a bag together with a chubby teddy-bear. However, everything was forgiven when you set me free. You held my string tightly around your fist and there I was, flying through the sky. I could see the clouds, the sun and, what I loved most, the birds (don’t tell this to anyone but … I sometimes even pretended to be one of them). Being free meant so much to me that, little by little, I started growing my own set of wings. Nevertheless, I always enjoyed your company and I was afraid of flying alone. It took me a long time to do what I did that afternoon. I want you to know that you did not lose me, Kate, I just plucked up courage and spread my wings.
I have traveled so much, I have seen so many shapes of clouds and I have talked to so many birds, it’s magical up there Kate! (I have even learnt to appreciate rainy days, can you believe it?)
Thanks for teaching me how to fly,
Yours always, your kite.
I know that going to the park without me has not been the same. I also miss you. I will never forget that you were the one who gave me life. If it weren’t for you, I would just be pieces of paper and string. You made me what I am, a beautiful kite. You taught me how to fly and I will always treasure in my heart those afternoons that we spent together.
However, I am sorry to let you know that my mornings were rather depressing. I never understood why your mummy did not want you to take me to school (I personally believe that it would have been great fun!) The early hours of the day were really dull without you. At least, during summer, time seemed to go faster as I imagined the fantastic adventures we were going to share. But rainy mornings really filled me with a you-are-going-to-stay-here-the-whole-day sensation.
Anyway, let’s talk about the most delightful moment (both for you and me). Your arrival from school! There I was, lying on your bedside table, peeping through the window … And all of a sudden, you stormed into the room and caught me by my string. Both of us were ready to go and have fun.
I must admit that my trip to the park was not the way I planned it to be. I could picture you hopping along the street holding me with your hand while I was flying right beside you.. Instead, I was trapped inside a bag together with a chubby teddy-bear. However, everything was forgiven when you set me free. You held my string tightly around your fist and there I was, flying through the sky. I could see the clouds, the sun and, what I loved most, the birds (don’t tell this to anyone but … I sometimes even pretended to be one of them). Being free meant so much to me that, little by little, I started growing my own set of wings. Nevertheless, I always enjoyed your company and I was afraid of flying alone. It took me a long time to do what I did that afternoon. I want you to know that you did not lose me, Kate, I just plucked up courage and spread my wings.
I have traveled so much, I have seen so many shapes of clouds and I have talked to so many birds, it’s magical up there Kate! (I have even learnt to appreciate rainy days, can you believe it?)
Thanks for teaching me how to fly,
Yours always, your kite.
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