Una danza para renacer

Ayer leía una entrevista con Mayte Pagazatundua. Siempre firme ante el cobarde, pero donde denota un gran amor primero por su gente y luego por su tierra. Ella sabe, y bien, que no hay nada más dañino que vivir cercado por el odio para toda una vida. Pide un paso, gigantesco a quien la atrapo en la muerte, pero liberador para un país atado a la mordaza del silencio.

Escribo una pequeña historia, en inglés, como ejercicio para su conocimiento, como búsqueda para su correción

Three times in their lives,
A little boy and he and a dance what help them to take other way that they should have continued
A lot of time ago, A stork arrived to his playground where he and his sister played. The stork give up a boy, the two children were very happy and from that day, they loved him although the little boy went away with his parents
A day, he discovered that his little boy friend was the son of the man which had killed his father. That dark day, he would like to stop the new younger dance. A big pain has been by him.
And he wondered that he might do
No book, no TV, no newspaper, only his body, the space and maybe the different elements. There isn’t movement in his arms, in his legs, in his head. He only realizes small pas, in a small place; the time run slowly and then, he knows that he needs other site, another world sometimes, he fleets (right line) but there is a place where he needs came back because the little boys have a small sunrise to him.
Maybe, his grandparents cry because their son, his father cannot talk, cannot play with them, but two younger see far away of the forest, the big hills, and the little mountains.
Today, new horizons to walk and sing, to run and see, to stop and talk about the earth, the songs, the girls, the games which they cannot play with their fathers.
The big circles, the right line, the stop and the exercises without movements; finally the come out with jumps, turns and so many mistakes
They takes their hands, their legs to play with their bodies, other way beginning and they will cover other way but they need to see the sun; sometimes or maybe always, living in the cave, very deep, close our life
Some years later, the little boy will discover that situation. He will be between two ways. Maybe he won’t love the world of the lies, but he will see also the horizon to discover sometimes alone, sometimes with his group the dance to create conquering the destruction
The Joseba’s wife and the Joseba’s sister have opened a way to their lives and their country, the coward and the wretch live better without, eating remains