cuentos de barro - DSpace Universidad Don Bosco
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cuentos de barro - DSpace Universidad Don Bosco
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En aquel tuco <strong>de</strong> cielo el sol metía<br />
un hombro. El platanar se apoyaba<br />
<strong>de</strong>snudo al haz <strong>de</strong>l tejado; sus<br />
carnes eran carnes tiernas <strong>de</strong> niño,<br />
comparadas con las roñosas y aceradas<br />
musculaturas <strong>de</strong> los voladores, los<br />
cedros, los conacastes y los zorras que<br />
lo ro<strong>de</strong>aban.<br />
Detrás <strong>de</strong> la casa <strong>de</strong> Macario estaba el<br />
foso <strong>de</strong>l aserra<strong>de</strong>ro, colorado <strong>de</strong> serrín<br />
seco y oloroso. Sobre dos gruesas<br />
vigas colocaban las trozas dijuntas<br />
para tabliarlas con la sierra roncadora:<br />
“¡Jrum... Jrum... Jrum...!”. En cada aliento<br />
se llevaba una cuarta. Como polvo <strong>de</strong><br />
ladrillo el serrín volaba, manchando<br />
<strong>de</strong> rojo la tierra oscura. Macario y el<br />
compa Cirilo sudaban tieso. Desnudos<br />
hasta el umbligo, se abrían y se<br />
cerraban, bregando por rajar <strong>de</strong> largo<br />
los enormes troncos. Macario, que<br />
estaba en el hoyo siempre, por más<br />
joven y más fuerte, aguantaba la calor<br />
<strong>de</strong>l juraco y la polvazón <strong>de</strong> la ma<strong>de</strong>ra.<br />
Con carreta llevaban a Lempa la tabla<br />
en verano, cuando el fangal mermaba<br />
tantito; y todo el ivierno lo pasaban<br />
encerrados en la montaña, cortando a<br />
ronquidos la troza enorme <strong>de</strong>l silencio.<br />
* * *<br />
200. Without any fruit.<br />
201. In Spanish: the length of a hand.<br />
202. Using an ax.<br />
115<br />
In that piece of heaven, the sun was<br />
nudging a shoul<strong>de</strong>r in. A clump of<br />
plantain trees stood naked200 near the<br />
roof. Its flesh was the young flesh of a<br />
child, compared to the dirty and waxy<br />
muscles of the flying trees, the cedars,<br />
the elephant ear trees and the foxtail<br />
palms that surroun<strong>de</strong>d it<br />
Reddish with dry and aromatic<br />
sawdust, the sawmill’s ditch was behind<br />
Macario’s house. They placed uneven<br />
pieces of wood over two thick beams to<br />
cut them with the chainsaw… vroom,<br />
vroom, vroom! With every breath it cut<br />
about seven inches. 201 Like brick dust<br />
the sawdust flew staining the dark soil<br />
red. Macario and his compadre Cirilo<br />
were sweating a lot. Shirtless, they<br />
opened and closed202 fighting to crack<br />
the enormous trunks. Macario, who<br />
was always in the ditch, because he<br />
was younger and stronger, bore the<br />
brunt of the heat of the hole and the<br />
dust of the wood. In the summer when<br />
the slough of the river was small, they<br />
transported the wood to the Lempa<br />
river by ox cart. They spent the whole<br />
rainy season in the mountain, cutting<br />
with heavy snores the enormous chunk<br />
of silence.<br />
* * *