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acercó al tapial y tomó en las suyas la
mano pálida, fina, tibia de la joven.
—¿A que le digo la suerte?...
—¡Vaya!...
Del pecho de la camisa sacó las gafas
y se las puso; le dio vuelta a la mano,
descubriendo la palma sonrosada;
cogió aquella hoja de carne por la
punta, hizo presión para pandearla y la
miró fijo.
—¡Qué mapa del cielo tiene usté aquí!
Este es el río de la Virgen...
Le clavó los lentes a un palmo de la
cara.
—No me chiste; dígame la suerte.
Volvió a mirar, pasó el índice muy suave
y lentamente por la página trémula.
Como si hubiera echado raíces, por las
piernas le subía de la tie rra dulce savia,
que embriagaba como vino. Llegaba al
corazón y hacía marea. Todo el mundo
se deshacía alrededor como una nube;
sentía que iba a florecer palabras de
amor. Ella comprendía y, sin embargo,
estaba clavada sin remedio. Ya a punto
de hablar, le detuvo el clarín de un
gallo. Las cosas se cuajaron en torno.
Volvió a sentirse calvo, viejo y pobre.
De sus ojos cayó a la palma de la mano
una lágrima gruesa.
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pocket. He came closer to the wall and
grabbed her child-like pale, fine and
warm hands.
“I can read your future.”
“Really?”
From the breast pocket of his shirt he
took out his glasses and put them on.
He turned her hand over uncovering
her blushing pink palm. Tacho grabbed
that leaf of flesh by the tips, pushed to
bend her hand and stared at it.
“What a map of heaven I see here! This
is the river of the Virgin…”
He moved closer, his glasses just a few
inches away from her face.
“Don’t make fun of me. Tell me my
future.”
He looked again, passing the index
finger softly and slowly over the
tremulous page. As if he had grown
roots, a sweet sap that inebriated like
wine climbed up his legs from the
ground. It went all the way to his heart
and made him dizzy. As if he were in
a cloud, the whole world vanished
around him. He felt that he was about to
blossom words of love. She understood
but couldn’t move. He was about to
say something when the crowing of a
rooster stopped him. Evething became
frozen around him. Once again he felt
bald, old and poor. From his eyes a thick
tear fell onto the palm of her hand.