Una joven llamada Sahara de cabellos rojizos y de ojos llamativos rondaba siempre el mismo lugar: un teatro lleno de sus cuadros mas famosos. Ella era llamada la reina de corazones, no hacía falta que diera una gran charla pues con su belleza lograba encantar hasta al hombre más indiferente. Tenía un gran talento como artista y aunque sufría al momento de empezar cada obra para ella era el mundo entero poder mostrar sus penas sobre cada lienzo.
Sahara no era de las que se sorprendía con grandes lujos y detalles, de hecho muchos de sus pretendientes trataban de ganar su amor dándole regalos costosos, pero esto para ella eran solo banalidades que no le hacían falta ni le generaban ningún tipo de sentimiento. Se escuchaba que ella cuando creaba una obra se convertía en otra, podía pasar horas pintando y aunque sus dedos sangraran de tanto esfuerzo, para ella era lo único que la hacía sentir plena.
Muchos decían que padecía de alguna enfermedad mental, se escuchaban cuentos sobre la muerte de su padre y como esto la marco para siempre, de alguna forma se sentía menos valiosa por la falta del amor de la persona que debía haberla cuidado. Por eso pintaba y pintaba, para sentir que podía ser alguien para su padre aunque ya no estuviera presente, el deseo de llenar de orgullo a su progenitor la llevaba al límite de acabar destruida física y mentalmente.
Tal vez una de las razones por las que no encontraba el amor era por el fantasma del recuerdo de su padre, quien negó siempre su existencia y nunca buscó la manera de acercarse a ella. Sahara sabía que habían muchas personas iguales a ella que no consiguieron tener el amor paterno, pero a pesar de esto la herida era tan profunda que buscaba siempre regodearse del talento que poseía y de lo hermosa que era físicamente.
Pero ni la belleza ni el talento pueden sofocar los pensamientos autodestructivos de una joven que fue abandonada y que nunca escucho un "estoy orgulloso de ti" de quién debió haber sido la persona más importante en su vida. No hay día en que Sahara no piense en el tiempo que pasó y en los momentos que no se pudieron dar, por eso sigue pintando y pintando para darle a su corazón el abrazo de aquel único hombre que nunca la amó.
A young woman named Sahara with reddish hair and striking eyes was always hanging around the same place: a theater full of her most famous paintings. She was called the queen of hearts, she didn't need to give a big talk because with her beauty she could charm even the most indifferent man. She had a great talent as an artist and although she suffered at the moment of starting each work, for her it was the whole world to be able to show her sorrows on each canvas.
Sahara was not one of those who was surprised with great luxuries and details, in fact many of her suitors tried to win her love by giving her expensive gifts, but for her these were just banalities that she did not need nor did they generate any kind of feeling. It was heard that when she created a work she became another, she could spend hours painting and although her fingers bled from so much effort, for her it was the only thing that made her feel fulfilled.
Many said that she suffered from some mental illness, they heard stories about the death of her father and how this marked her forever, somehow she felt less valuable for the lack of love of the person who should have taken care of her. That is why she painted and painted, to feel that she could be someone for her father even though he was no longer present, the desire to fill her father with pride took her to the limit of ending up physically and mentally destroyed.
Perhaps one of the reasons she could not find love was because of the ghost of the memory of her father, who always denied her existence and never sought a way to get close to her. Sahara knew that there were many people just like her who did not manage to have paternal love, but despite this the wound was so deep that she always sought to gloat about the talent she possessed and how physically beautiful she was.
But neither beauty nor talent can quell the self-destructive thoughts of a young woman who was abandoned and who never heard an "I'm proud of you" from the one who should have been the most important person in her life. There is not a day that goes by that Sahara does not think about the time that passed and the moments that could not be given, that is why she continues to paint and paint to give her heart the embrace of that one man who never loved her.
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