cuentos de barro - DSpace Universidad Don Bosco
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Se jue apagando como candil reseco.<br />
La melarchía lo postró muy pronto. Se<br />
quejaba, se quejaba y no podía dormir.<br />
El enfermero le puso morgina; y él soñó<br />
clarito, clarito, que llegaba a su casa y<br />
que Cirilo y su mujer cortaban con la<br />
sierra un tronco prieto, quera él mismo.<br />
No le dolía, sólo lihacía cosquillas. De<br />
su cuerpo caiba un aserrín colorado,<br />
colorado, más que el <strong>de</strong>l cedro; y vio<br />
que la Tina pepenaba una puñada y lo<br />
olía y <strong>de</strong>cía: “Jie<strong>de</strong>... núes palo duro,<br />
no aguanta, jie<strong>de</strong>... Güeliera, si juera<br />
<strong>de</strong> palo valiente. Tiene shashaco el<br />
corazón!”...<br />
Y Macario amaneció dijunto.<br />
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He was vanishing like a fading fire in<br />
a lantern. Melancholy soon prostrated<br />
him. He moaned, and moaned and<br />
could not sleep. The nurse gave him<br />
morphine, and he vividly dreamed that<br />
he was coming home and that Cirilo<br />
and his wife were chainsawing the dark<br />
chunk of wood that he was. It didn’t<br />
hurt, it just tickled him. A red sawdust<br />
oozed out of his body, even more red<br />
than the cedar, and he saw Tina pick<br />
up a handful and say “it stinks, it ain’t<br />
a good tree, it’s a coward, it stinks… it<br />
would give a pleasant smell if it was a<br />
valiant tree. It has a wormeaten heart!”<br />
In the morning Macario was <strong>de</strong>ad.