The decision of the woodcutter's son - eng/esp

He has arrived at the clearing in the forest where his father works. He comes in his white shirt, ignoring his mother advise. He comes with a red rose in his hand, to challenge his father's axe. It's already decided: he's going to the city. He needs to grow outside the small farm, go to those tall buildings that can be seen in the distance and that shine at night, so much so that the light bounces off the night clouds and causes the glow to filter through the window of his room. Mother and father will not understand. Mother will let him go, with immense regret. Father will have to keep the ax far away so that his ego and lack of understanding do not make him swing it against his own son. But here is the woodcutter's son. He has that flower in his hand, and he counts on the edge of the petals to enter the hard and rough heart of the woodcutter father. He just has to wait and pray for the best.

Ha llegado al claro del bosque donde trabaja su padre. Viene con su camisa blanca, desoyendo a su madre. Viene con una rosa roja en su mano, para desafiar el hacha de su padre. Ya está decidido: se va a la ciudad. Necesita crecer fuera de la pequeña finca, ir a donde aquellos edificios altos que se ven en la distancia y que brillan en las noches, tanto, que la luz rebota en las nubes nocturnas y hace que el resplandor se cuele por la ventana de su habitación. Madre y padre no entenderán. Madre lo dejará ir, con inmenso pesar. Padre tendrá que tener el hacha bien lejos para que su ego e incomprensión no lo hagan blandirla contra su propio hijo. Pero aquí está el hijo del leñador. Tiene en su mano esa flor, y cuenta con el filo de los pétalos para entrar en el corazón duro y rugoso del padre leñador. El sólo tiene queda esperar y pensar en el mejor resultado.

With the help of Google Translator Esp-Eng
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