De la paternidad y otras efervescencias

Miércoles, 18 de mayo de 2005

Malas noticias

Leí el otro día que una adolescente de quince años había sido condenada por agredir a sus padres de manera reincidente. En otra página se dice que un hombre agredió a su mujer (o novia, compañera, pareja...). Éste era, a su vez, hijo de una mujer que había sido asesinada por su marido. En la televisión veo una noticia sobre unos chavales quinceañeros que, con el mandato de custodiar a unos niños pequeños, los obligaron a mantener relaciones sexuales entre sí bajo sus vigilantes miradas.
A ver cómo le explicamos a "lo que venga" este mundo. A ver cómo lo entiende.

Por: Duarte Manzalvos | Paternidad | Comentarios (2) | Referencias (0)

Comentarios

En un tono más alegre, me acuerdo de una frase de Groucho. Parafraseándole, diría que el mundo es tan sencillo de explicar que hasta un niño lo entendería.
¡Que me traigan al niño ése!

Meursault | 19-05-2005 16:41:40

Y si no, queda esperar que algún día lo entienda por sí mismo. Pero mejor no contar con ello.

"Someday never comes"
Creedence Clearwater Revival

First thing I remember was askin' papa "Why?",
for there were many things I didn't know.
And Daddy always smiled; took me by the hand,
sayin' "Someday you'll understand".

Well, I'm here to tell you now each and every mother's son
You better learn it fast; you better learn it young,
'cause, "someday" never comes.

Well, time and tears went by and I collected dust,
for there were many things I didn't know.
When Daddy went away, he said "Try to be a man,
and someday you'll understand".

Well, I'm here to tell you now each and every mother's son
You better learn it fast; you better learn it young,
'cause "someday" never comes.

And then, one day in April, I wasn't even there,
for there were many things I didn't know.
A son was born to me; Mama held his hand,
sayin' "Someday you'll understand".

Well, I'm here to tell you now each and every mother's son
You better learn it fast; you better learn it young,
'cause, "someday" never comes.

Think it was September, the year I went away,
for there were many things I didn't know.
And I still see him standing, try'n' to be a man;
I said "Someday you'll understand".

Well, I'm here to tell you now each and every mother's son
You better learn it fast; you better learn it young,
'cause, "someday" never comes.