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Yo me lleve tus anillos, pendientes, tu nanci de la Legión que para mí es un tesoros, las cajitas, ese bote tan bonito de cristal que tenías en el recibidor que aún huele a ti, me quedé con muchas cosas pero tu te quedaste mi infancia, ojalá haberme quedado yo contigo y no con todas esas cosas, te quiero con toda mi alma porque contigo me sentía querida y yo nunca había sido la primera en algo, pero yo era tu nieta favorita, de las 11,y sin embargo nunca pudiste verme crecer, mi mayor pena es pensar en todas las cosas que nos quedaron por vivir, decirnos.
Pasaron años y años, casi una década que prometimos ir a Melilla a verte de vez en cuando, una vez al año, pero no emos vuelto... Me gustaría conocer la ciudad donde te criaste, comer en los bares que te gustaban, imaginarme como serias tu, yendo con besito por la calle teniendo mi edad, como sería tu sonrisa, como saludarias a la gente, me gustaría saber todo, donde naciste, la casa donde viviste, donde te casate, la casa del abuelo, el puerto y el barco que me dijo una vez mi madre, ojalá la vida me hubiera dado más tiempo porque para mi ha sido muy duro, es como si hubiera sido ayer, como si estuviera en tu casa, entrado por ese portal, en el Salón, tu viendo salvame y yo en la habitación de invitados, lo recuerdo todo perfectamente, la Caja donde había una aguja de pescar, la muñeca, la televisión antigua, la cama... Tu habitación, con dos mesitas de cama, la Virgen del Pilar en la tuya y una foto de un hombre, el tocador, los cajones, el pintalabios rojo, las miles de zapatos debajo de tu cama.
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took your rings, earrings, your Legion nanci, which for me are treasures, the little boxes, that beautiful glass jar that you had in the hall that still smells like you, I kept many things but you kept my childhood, I wish I had stayed with you and not with all those things, I love you with all my soul because with you I felt loved and I had never been the first in anything, but I was your favorite granddaughter, of the 11, and yet I never You were able to see me grow, my greatest pain is thinking about all the things we had left to live, to tell each other. Years and years passed, almost a decade that we promised to go to Melilla to see you from time to time, once a year, but we have not returned... I would like to see the city where you grew up, eat in the bars that you liked, imagine What would you be like, walking with a kiss down the street at my age, what would your smile be like, how would you greet people, I would like to know everything, where you were born, the house where you lived, where you got married, your grandfather's house,
the port and the ship that my mother once told me, I wish life had given me more time because for me it has been very hard, it is as if it had been yesterday, as if I were in your house, entered through that portal, in the living room, you watching save me and I in the guest room, I remember everything perfectly, the Box where there was a fishing needle, the doll, the old television, the bed... Your room, with two bedside tables, the Virgen del Pilar in yours and a photo of a man, the dresser, the drawers, the red lipstick, the thousands of shoes under your bed.
