Ficha técnica Título: Espera Serie: Círculos Autor: Iñaki Horta Ciriza Año: 2026 Técnica: Acrílico sobre tela Medidas: 60 × 90 cm Estado: Obra disponible En la ciudad de las Puertas Redondas no había relojes. Nadie sabía cuánto duraba una hora ni cuándo terminaba una tarde. En las paredes de la estación colgaban grandes círculos morados, y cada uno se abría únicamente cuando llegaba el momento exacto. Nara llevaba tres días sentada frente al círculo más grande. Su abuela le había contado que, detrás de aquella puerta, aparecía todo lo que una persona había perdido por culpa de las prisas. A su lado esperaba Oren, un hombre alto que deseaba recuperar una palabra que nunca llegó a pronunciar. Un poco más atrás permanecía Ivo, con un pequeño equipaje. Él decía que había perdido un camino, aunque no recordaba hacia dónde conducía. —¿Cómo sabremos que ha llegado el momento? —preguntó Nara. —El círculo cambiará de color —respondió Oren. —O quizá desaparecerá —añadi...
In this sketch we can
see two dogs chatting on top of the mountain, or, maybe, in the heaven. The
small size of the road in the background suggests this.
The author uses a blue
pen with a short and confident movements, getting quite an original image with
lots of decorative components. This kind of drawing is strange and captivating
at the same time, and invites to figure out which of the elements are leftover
or missed.
“That is not fair! Why
has it happened to us? Why so soon?
I look at the little
and helpless Baxter’s body and can’t stop crying. How could he escape from the
garden? Why wanted to cross the road?
Luca will arrive soon
from school. How could explain to him that his best friend is died?
He has been a good
dog, very cheerful and loving.
The alarm sounds, Luca
will be here in 10 min. I wash my face and try to calm myself.
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Hello,
darling, how are you?
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Hello,
mommy. I’m fine! Where is Baxter? I have something for him.
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Luca, come
with me, please.
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Later,
mommy. Baxter! Baxter! Come here! Come here, buddy!
I hug my son and sit him in my lap.
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Darling, I
have to tell you something. Please, look at me.
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Ok, mommy.
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Listen,
sweetheart, Baxter is gone. Is not with us anymore. I’m so sorry.
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Is gone
where?! Is gone why?!
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It was a
car accident, Luca. I don’t know how Baxter is escaped from the garden. He is
in the Dogs Heaven now, honey.
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No! No,
mammy! Baxter! Baxter! Where are you?
I hug and hold him
with difficulty. He has grown and become strong this summer. In 3 weeks turns 6
years… Time goes so fast…
We were hugging for a
while.
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Don’t cry, baby. Baxter is with his mum and
his friends now. He is happy, don’t worry…
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But I want him back mammy, is my friend! I
love him, I want to play with him!
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Come with
me, I’ll show you where is his tomb. You could see it through your window every
time you want to.
I grab him carefully. He
hid his face on my shoulder. My caresses couldn’t relieve his pain, or stop his
tears. My sweet baby…
-
Luca, this
is his house now. Look, here we could bury some things: like his favorite ball
and this photo. Look, here is Baxter, this is you, this is me and this is your
father. We are very happy in this photo. You could draw a picture of Baxter and
his friends, if you want. And we will plant some flowers. His house will be
very cozy.”
Más parece un encuentro entre los dos en el infierno!
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