Está terminando el 19 de marzo, día dedicado a San José. Yo llevo su nombre, como tantos otros en este planeta. Se me ocurrió escribir esta microficción, alimentada de diferentes referencias.
It was completed on March 19, the day dedicated to St. Joseph. I bear his name, like so many others on this planet. It occurred to me to write this microfiction, fed by different references.
Había imaginado a esa mujer tantas veces. Una doncella que resaltaba entre las muchas de Nazaret. Quiso la vida y nuestro Dios, que la encontrara en mi trabajo como carpintero en la casa de su padre. Ahí estaba ella con su juventud resplandeciente, y me agasajó con un vaso de agua, que me supo a cielo.
Desde entonces fue mi amada en alma. Su cuerpo nunca lo poseí; yo ya era un hombre entrado en años, y sólo su aura llenaba mis deseos.
En sueños, como antes, me fue declarado angélicamente su pureza y santa maternidad. Yo sólo seguí, como fiel marido, el designio divino, que recibí en brazos una madrugada bendita. Y fui su padre nutricio; le enseñé mi arte en la madera. Custodié a María y a mi hijo, Jesús, hasta que mis fuerzas me acompañaron.
No sé si algo pervivirá de mí en la memoria de mi gran familia hebrea. Quisiera ser recordado como lo que fui, un modesto artesano.
Just a craftsman (microfiction for St. Joseph of Nazareth)
He had imagined this woman so many times. A maiden who stood out among the many in Nazareth. Life and our God wanted me to meet her in my work as a carpenter in her father's house. There she was with her resplendent youth, and she entertained me with a glass of water, which tasted like heaven to me.
From then on she was my beloved in soul. I never possessed her body; I was already a man in my old age, and her aura filled my desires.
In dreams, as before, her purity and holy motherhood was angelically declared to me. I only followed, as a faithful husband, the divine design, which I received in my arms one blessed dawn. And I was her nurturing father; I taught her my art in wood. I guarded Mary and my son, Jesus, as long as my strength would carry me.
I don't know if anything of me will live on in the memory of my large Hebrew family. I would like to be remembered as what I was, a modest craftsman.
Referencias | References:
https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jos%C3%A9_de_Nazaret
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint_Joseph
