cuentos de barro - DSpace Universidad Don Bosco
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y amenazador. En un <strong>de</strong>scruce,<br />
relampaguearon los ojos <strong>de</strong> brasa <strong>de</strong><br />
un chucho, que se aculaba aterrorizado.<br />
Como diablos negros iban bailando<br />
los troncos, <strong>de</strong>trás <strong>de</strong>l cerco. Por fin<br />
llegaron a las tapias <strong>de</strong>l pantión. Otro<br />
farol esperaba en la puerta.<br />
—¿Qué jue que les cogió la noche,<br />
hombré?<br />
—Cabsa la Tana... 179<br />
—¡A la gran babosa! Ya mero nos<br />
íbamos: hemos óido ruidos en los<br />
mucsoleyos.<br />
—¿Eeee?...<br />
Entraron. A la luz ladrante <strong>de</strong> los faroles,<br />
las tumbas tendían sábanas repentinas,<br />
algunas <strong>de</strong> ellas <strong>de</strong>sgarradas o sucias.<br />
Bajo el pino gran<strong>de</strong>, estaba el hoyo <strong>de</strong><br />
ño Justo. Lo jueron bajando con lazos.<br />
El cajón crujía, lastimero. Los faroles,<br />
bajeros, alumbraban un mundo <strong>de</strong><br />
pies curiosos, al bor<strong>de</strong> <strong>de</strong>l hoyo. Topó.<br />
Sacaron los lazos a choyones. Después,<br />
la pala implacable empezó a tirar tierra.<br />
Cáiba la tierra negra, con sordo aporreo.<br />
La pala chasqueaba la lengua, al coger;<br />
y el hoyo oblongo eructaba al recibir.<br />
Los pies se habían ido saliendo <strong>de</strong> la<br />
luz, como cusucos asustados.<br />
179. Por culpa <strong>de</strong> Tana. “cabsa” es “causa”.<br />
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in purgatory. Out of the middle of the<br />
light, once in a while a pallbearer would<br />
kick a rock causing it to jump ahead<br />
of the people with its muzzle open,<br />
threatening. At a crossing, the emberlike<br />
eyes of a terrified dog flashed like<br />
lightning. The tree trunks behind the<br />
fence were dancing like black <strong>de</strong>vils.<br />
The procession finally arrived at the<br />
mud-wall of the cemetery. Another<br />
lantern awaited at the gate.<br />
“Why are you so late?”<br />
“It’s Tana’s fault…”<br />
“Holy shit! We were about to leave<br />
because we heard noises in the<br />
mausoleums.”<br />
“What? Were you scared?”<br />
The procession entered the cemetery.<br />
The barking light of the lanterns<br />
bathed the tombs making them look<br />
like blankets, some of them torn and<br />
dirty.<br />
The recently dug grave of Señor<br />
Justo was un<strong>de</strong>r the big pine tree.<br />
They lowered his casket down with<br />
ropes. The coffin creaked, pitifully. The<br />
lowered lanterns lit the world of the<br />
feet of the curious bor<strong>de</strong>ring the hole.<br />
It bottomed. They pulled back the ropes<br />
yanking them from around the coffin.<br />
Then, the implacable shovel filled the<br />
grave with dirt. The black soil fell with<br />
a muted thud. The shovel clicked its