cuentos de barro - DSpace Universidad Don Bosco
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De caZa<br />
Al pie <strong>de</strong>l palón quemado, que era<br />
como una astilla <strong>de</strong> noche en medio<br />
<strong>de</strong>l llano pelón don<strong>de</strong> la rastrojera tenía<br />
un dorar <strong>de</strong> kakevaca, los dos tiradores<br />
se acurrucaron, agarrados a las<br />
escopetas; y allí, sumergidos en el agua<br />
grata <strong>de</strong> aquella sombra <strong>de</strong> esqueleto,<br />
<strong>de</strong>scansaron <strong>de</strong> matar.<br />
El mediodía caiba <strong>de</strong> lado, por ser<br />
verano. Del cielo blanco bajaba,<br />
on<strong>de</strong>ante, una atarraya <strong>de</strong> plata<br />
caliente. Las montañas, a lo lejos,<br />
se<strong>de</strong>a ban 307 azul-violeta. Sobre el llano,<br />
en el aire, y en sombra sobre el suelo,<br />
la zopilotada volteaba: mariposones<br />
negros, quemándose la vida en la llama<br />
<strong>de</strong>l sol.<br />
El viejo Calistro se entretenía en puyar<br />
con un palito la pechuga gris <strong>de</strong>l conejo<br />
muerto. El chele Damacio jumaba<br />
lentamente el <strong>de</strong>scanso.<br />
—Tá gordo este baboso. Y se riye, el<br />
hijuepuerca.<br />
—¡Ajú!... <strong>de</strong> satisfecho...<br />
—Te lo cambeyo por las cinco<br />
palomas.<br />
—¡No joda, compadre!, ¿cinco<br />
cartuchos por uno, no?<br />
159<br />
GoNe HuNTING<br />
Two hunters grabbed their rifles and<br />
ducked down at the base of the big<br />
burnt 308 tree which was like a splinter of<br />
night in the middle of the naked plain.<br />
The stubble in the field was gol<strong>de</strong>n like<br />
cow’s dung. The hunters, submerged<br />
in the cool water of the skeletal sha<strong>de</strong>,<br />
took a rest from killing.<br />
Because it was summer, noon was<br />
falling si<strong>de</strong>ways. A fishnet of molten<br />
silver was falling down from the white<br />
sky, undulating. In the distance the<br />
mountains were polished like violetblue<br />
jewels. Vultures like big black<br />
butterflies soared over the flats and<br />
over the sha<strong>de</strong>d ground. They were<br />
burning their lives un<strong>de</strong>r the flame of<br />
the sun.<br />
Old Calistro killed time by poking the<br />
gray chest of a <strong>de</strong>ad rabbit with a stick.<br />
Damacio, the white guy, slowly smoked<br />
his way through the break.<br />
“This motherfucker is fat. And still<br />
laughs this son of a bitch.”<br />
“Yep. He’s satisfied.”<br />
“Give me the five pigeons and he’s all<br />
yours.”<br />
“Fuck, compadre! I used five bullets,<br />
you just used one? Fuck, no!”<br />
307. RAE: se<strong>de</strong>ar. (De seda, cerda). 1. tr. Limpiar alhajas con la se<strong>de</strong>ra.<br />
308. My mother recalls that hunters burned off the whole hill at night so that the <strong>de</strong>er had no place to<br />
hi<strong>de</strong>.