La estatua esta viva || The statue is alive [Esp/Eng]

Lo que observo de la imagen

Una estatua viva pintada, yo diría al estilo mexicano, por el sombrero y el tipo de vestimenta. Tiene a sus pies una caja tipo alcancía para que allí coloquen sus aportes para los que aprecian su arte.

Lo que me hace sentir la Imagen

He visto muchos videos donde la gente, principalmente los niños que son muy curiosos se acercan, la estatua se mueve y ellos se asustan. Causando mucha risa entre los presentes al verse sorprendidos.

La estatua esta viva

Recuerdo unos cuantos de estos videos divertidos donde inocentemente te sientas al lado de lo que crees es una estatua para tomarte una foto y de repente se mueve, causando un salto de susto para el participante y un diluvio de risas para el que lo esta mirando.

Pero que hay detrás de una estatua viva. El señor Raúl era mi vecino y su esposa siempre lo peleaba porque no conseguía trabajo. Lo llamaba cada mañana; un bueno para quedarse quieto en la plaza conversando con sus amigos.

Fue allí donde le surgió la idea al señor Raúl. Y si me convierte en estatua, tal como lo indica mi esposa. Si soy bueno para quedarme quieto por tantas horas, tal vez pueda ganar algo de dinero con eso.

Así que se creo un personaje con sus ropas viejas del garaje y las pinto de la única pintura que tenia a la mano, color cobre, que la había dejado su primo allí guardada. Tenía tanto tiempo que ya no olía nada bien. Le agrego algo de su perfume, ese que le había regalado su mujer el día del padre hace 5 años atrás.

Lo más difícil de conseguir en toda la casa fue la pintura para la cara. Las manos las soluciono con guantes. Trato de ponerse una pintura de agua, pero aquello le produjo una alergia que le duro una semana en el rostro.

Busco entre el maquillaje de la esposa a escondidas, pero ese color no existían en su gama. Un día entro en el cuarto de la hija y allí se había una base color suave cobre para sombras. Debido a la experiencia anterior solo probo en una parte de su cuello y espero alguna reacción. Pero su hija solo compraba maquillaje de buena calidad.

Mientras tanto la esposa continuaba con su cantaleta diaria; pero ahora le agregaba una inquietud, que tanto hacia en el garaje. Mientras la hija buscaba por toda la casa su estuche caro de pinturas.

Solo le faltaba hacer una primera prueba en la plaza. Llego se sentó y le lanzaron algunas monedas en una taza que coloco a sus pies. De hecho su hija llego a pasar cerca de allí y el no sabe si lo reconoció y no dijo nada o no lo reconoció simplemente.

La suerte estaba echada, el señor Raúl estaba ganando su dinero por ser una estatua muy popular, que se movía al momento de tomarse una foto a su lado, causando la risa de los presentes. La esposa del señor Raúl ya no se podía quejar el estaba aportando al hogar.

Hasta que paso lo que tenia que pasar la fama de la estatua viva crecía diariamente, la esposa comento en el desayuno que después de hacer las compras pasaría por la plaza a ver la famosa estatua de la que sus vecinos hablaban.

Y allí aunque trato de ocultar el rostro con su gran sombrero, su esposa reconoció que al fin su esposo trabajaba en lo que tanto ella le había dicho en lo que era bueno.

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ENGLISH VERSION

Fuente/Source A picture is worth a thousand words

What I observe from the image

A living statue painted, I'd say in the Mexican style, given the sombrero and the clothing. At his feet, he has a piggy bank-like box for those who appreciate his art to place their donations.

What the Image makes me feel

I've seen many videos where people, especially curious children, approach, the statue moves, and they get scared. This causes a lot of laughter among those present, who are surprised.

The statue is alive

I remember a few of these funny videos where you innocently sit next to what you think is a statue to take a photo, and suddenly it moves, causing a jump scare for the participant and a flood of laughter for the person watching.

But what's behind a living statue? Mr. Raúl was my neighbor, and his wife was always fighting with him because he couldn't get a job. She called him every morning; he was good at staying still in the plaza chatting with his friends.

That's where Mr. Raúl came up with the idea. What if he turns me into a statue, just like my wife suggests? If I'm good at staying still for so many hours, maybe I can make some money from it.

So he created a character with his old clothes from the garage and painted them with the only paint he had on hand, a copper color his cousin had left stored there. It had been so old it didn't smell good anymore. He added some of his perfume, the one his wife had given him for Father's Day five years ago.

The hardest thing to find in the whole house was face paint. He solved his problems with gloves. He tried using water-based paint, but it gave him an allergy that lasted a week.

He secretly looked through his wife's makeup, but that color wasn't in their range. One day he went into his daughter's room and found a soft copper-colored eyeshadow base. Because of previous experience, he only tried it on one part of her neck and waited for a reaction. But his daughter only bought good-quality makeup.

Meanwhile, his wife continued with her daily rant; but now she added a concern, something she did so often in the garage. While the daughter searched the entire house for her expensive paint case,

All that was left was to do a first test run in the plaza. He arrived, sat down, and some coins were thrown into a cup placed at his feet. In fact, his daughter happened to pass by, and he doesn't know if she recognized him and said nothing, or if she simply didn't.

The die was cast; Mr. Raúl was earning his money by being a very popular statue, which moved when a photo was taken next to it, causing laughter among those present. Mr. Raúl's wife could no longer complain; he was contributing to the household.

Until what had to happen happened, the fame of the living statue grew daily. His wife mentioned at breakfast that after shopping, she would stop by the plaza to see the famous statue her neighbors were talking about.

And there, although she tried to hide her face with her big hat, his wife recognized that her husband was finally working at what she had told her he was good at.

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