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Hola querida comunidad @holos-lotus
Hay cosas que suceden todos los dĂas y que casi nadie mira.
No son acontecimientos.
No cambian el rumbo de nada.
No ocupan titulares.
Pero están ahĂ.
Hoy continĂşo con la serie semanal que he decidido llamar “Detalles que pasan”. Serán pequeñas escenas cotidianas, momentos mĂnimos que ocurren frente a nosotros y que, sin embargo, suelen quedar invisibles. No buscan moraleja ni dramatismo. Solo detener la mirada.
Hay cosas que quedan a la mitad.
No se abandonan del todo,
pero tampoco se terminan.
Simplemente se quedan ahĂ,
como si el tiempo hubiera pasado por encima de ellas sin decidir.
Esta tarde, sobre una mesa de un pequeño café, vi un vaso a medio terminar.
No era algo que llamara la atenciĂłn. HabĂa otras mesas ocupadas, conversaciones cruzándose, el sonido de cucharillas contra las tazas y el murmullo constante de quienes comparten un espacio sin conocerse.
Pero ese vaso permanecĂa quieto.
La bebida, ya sin frĂo, tenĂa una ligera transparencia en la superficie. No estaba reciĂ©n servida, pero tampoco llevaba tanto tiempo como para haber sido olvidada por completo.
ParecĂa una pausa.
Alrededor, la vida seguĂa.
- Dos personas conversaban en voz baja en la mesa de al lado
- Alguien revisaba su teléfono sin levantar la vista
- Una pareja discutĂa suavemente, como si no quisieran que otros escucharan
Todo ocurrĂa al mismo tiempo.
Y sin embargo, ese vaso no pertenecĂa del todo a nada de eso.
No habĂa nadie sentado frente a Ă©l.
La silla estaba ligeramente separada de la mesa, como si alguien se hubiera levantado solo por un momento. Como si fuera a volver.
Pero no volvĂa.
Y el vaso seguĂa allĂ.
Hay algo curioso en las cosas que quedan a medio terminar.
No son un final,
pero tampoco son un comienzo.
Son un punto suspendido.
PensĂ© en la persona que habĂa estado allĂ.
Tal vez se levantĂł para responder una llamada.
Tal vez saliĂł un momento sin intenciĂłn de tardar.
Tal vez algo cambiĂł de repente y no regresĂł.
No lo sé.
Pero dejĂł algo incompleto.
El vaso reflejaba ligeramente la luz del lugar. Una pequeña lĂnea brillante en el borde marcaba el nivel exacto donde la bebida se habĂa detenido.
Ni más.
Ni menos.
Justo ahĂ.
A veces la vida tambiĂ©n se queda asĂ.
A medio terminar
Conversaciones que no llegan a cerrarse.
Decisiones que se posponen sin fecha.
Momentos que parecen detenerse antes de completarse.
No todo encuentra su final en el momento esperado.
No todo necesita hacerlo.
Después de un rato, alguien pasó y retiró el vaso.
Sin preguntas.
Sin historia.
Sin saber lo que habĂa quedado pendiente.
La mesa volviĂł a estar vacĂa.
Como si nada hubiera pasado.
Seguà mirando unos segundos más.
Luego aparté la vista.
Pero la sensaciĂłn quedĂł.
Porque hay cosas que no se olvidan por lo que fueron,
sino por lo que no llegaron a ser.
Las imagenes son de pixabay y la traducciĂłn al ingles fue hecha en DeepL Translate
🇬🇧 In English
Details That Go Unnoticed #06
The Half-Finished Glass
Source Pixabay
Hello dear @holos-lotus community,
There are things that happen every day that almost no one sees.
They are not events.
They do not change the course of anything.
They do not make headlines.
But they are there.
Today I continued a weekly series I have decided to call “Details That Go Unnoticed.” These will be small, everyday scenes, minimal moments that happen right in front of us and yet often remain invisible. They do not seek drama or moral lessons. Only a pause in the gaze.
Because sometimes the small things breathe too.
There are things that remain unfinished.
Not completely abandoned,
but not completed either.
They simply stay there,
as if time had passed over them without deciding.
This afternoon, on a table in a small café, I noticed a half-finished glass.
It was not something that drew attention. There were other tables occupied, conversations overlapping, the sound of spoons against cups, and the constant murmur of people sharing a space without knowing each other.
But that glass remained still.
The drink, no longer cold, had a slight transparency on its surface. It was not freshly served, but it had not been left long enough to feel completely forgotten.
It felt like a pause.
Around it, life continued.
- Two people were speaking quietly at the next table
- Someone scrolled through their phone without looking up
- A couple was arguing softly, as if they did not want to be heard
Everything was happening at once.
And yet, that glass did not fully belong to any of it.
No one was sitting in front of it.
The chair was slightly pulled away from the table, as if someone had stood up just for a moment. As if they were about to return.
But they didn’t.
And the glass remained there.
There is something curious about things left unfinished.
They are not an ending,
but they are not a beginning either.
They exist in suspension.
I thought about the person who had been there.
Perhaps they stood up to answer a call.
Perhaps they stepped away for a moment, not intending to be gone long.
Perhaps something changed suddenly, and they never came back.
I do not know.
But they left something incomplete.
The glass reflected the light of the place slightly. A thin bright line on its edge marked the exact level where the drink had stopped.
No more.
No less.
Right there.
Sometimes life remains like that too.
Half-finished
Conversations that never fully close.
Decisions that are postponed without a date.
Moments that seem to stop before they are complete.
Not everything reaches its ending at the expected time.
Not everything needs to.
After a while, someone came and took the glass away.
Without questions.
Without a story.
Without knowing what had been left unresolved.
The table was empty again.
As if nothing had happened.
I kept looking for a few more seconds.
Then I looked away.
But the feeling remained.
Because there are things we do not remember for what they were,
but for what they never became.
The images are from Pixabay and the English translation was done using DeepL Translate.
