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la BraSa<br />
En la cumbre más cumbre <strong>de</strong>l volcán,<br />
allá don<strong>de</strong> la tierra <strong>de</strong>ja <strong>de</strong> subir<br />
buscando a Dios; allá don<strong>de</strong> las nubes<br />
se <strong>de</strong>tienen a <strong>de</strong>scansar, Pablo Melara<br />
había parado su rancho <strong>de</strong> carbonero.<br />
Medio rancho, medio cueva, en una<br />
falla <strong>de</strong>l acantilado aquel nido humano<br />
se agazapaba. De la puerta para afuera,<br />
empezaban las la<strong>de</strong>ras a <strong>de</strong>scolgarse,<br />
terribles, preci pitadas; en <strong>de</strong>slizones<br />
bruscos; abismándose, rodando,<br />
agarrándose aflegidas. Los pinos,<br />
enormes, eran nubes obscuras entre las<br />
nubes; humazos negros entre la niebla.<br />
Mecían al viento, lentamente, sus<br />
enormes cabe zas, como si oyeran una<br />
música dulce, salida <strong>de</strong> lo gris y <strong>de</strong> lo<br />
frío. Las ramas chiflaban tristemente,<br />
llevando en ritmos nasales una melodía<br />
<strong>de</strong> inmensidad. Era la cumbre una isla<br />
en el cielo; y el cielo, un mar <strong>de</strong> viento.<br />
En las noches tranquilas, como por<br />
alta mar, pasaba silenciosa la barca<br />
<strong>de</strong> la luna nueva. A veces el horizonte<br />
fosforecía.<br />
El carbonero iba apilando los leños,<br />
en pantes enormes. De cruz en cruz,<br />
formaba una torre; como un faro que,<br />
en las noches largas, llenas <strong>de</strong> ausencia,<br />
ardía, ardía rojo y palpitante, señalando<br />
126<br />
THe eMBer<br />
On the summit of the highest peak of<br />
the volcano; there, where the earth<br />
stops climbing in search of God; there,<br />
where the clouds stop to rest, Pablo<br />
Melara had erected his shack to work<br />
as a charcoal-burner. 211 Half shack, half<br />
cave, in a fault of the cliff, that human<br />
nest was snuggled. From the door to<br />
the outsi<strong>de</strong>, the hills were beginning<br />
to <strong>de</strong>tach like bats, terrible, sud<strong>de</strong>n,<br />
in brusque sli<strong>de</strong>s, plunging, tumbling,<br />
and worried, trying to grab onto<br />
something.<br />
The enormous pines were dark clouds<br />
among the clouds; black clouds of<br />
smoke amidst the fog. The pines<br />
were dancing towards the wind their<br />
enormous heads, cocked as if they were<br />
listening to sweet music, emerging<br />
out of what was gray and cold. The<br />
branches whistled sadly, carrying in<br />
nasal rhythms an immense melody. The<br />
peak was an island in the sky; and the<br />
sky, an ocean of wind. On tranquil<br />
nights, like on the high ti<strong>de</strong>s, the boat<br />
of the new moon silently passed by.<br />
Sometimes the horizon would glow<br />
with a phosphorescent light.<br />
The charcoal-burner was stacking up<br />
logs, in enormous heaping piles. He<br />
was making a tower, shaping the logs<br />
like a cross; like a lighthouse that would<br />
burn on long nights full of loneliness.<br />
211. Carbonero or charcoal-burner is the person who burns wood to produce charcoal. Grey Fox on<br />
wordreference.com comments “Charcoal burners were an age-old part of many landscapes and always<br />
on the edge of society, with a very unsocial lifestyle based on such thankless labour! c/f Thomas Hardy<br />
‘The Woodlan<strong>de</strong>rs.’”