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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>.

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