cuentos de barro - DSpace Universidad Don Bosco
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—El viejito Morán y suija que murió<br />
<strong>de</strong> lumonía. Otros dicen que taba<br />
tubreculosa.<br />
El cura llegó hasta la mediagua. Los<br />
panales empezaron a confesar su<br />
misterio. Abrió sin temor las puertas<br />
<strong>de</strong>svencijadas. El cadáver <strong>de</strong> la noche,<br />
que había quedado recostado en la<br />
puerta, se <strong>de</strong>rrumbó hacia afuera.<br />
Instintivamente, todos dieron un paso<br />
atrás. Rápida, como un rayo <strong>de</strong> carne,<br />
una culebra negra y brillante salió y se<br />
perdió en el monte. Los sapos venían<br />
saltando hacia afuera, como piedras<br />
vivas. Entre los ladrillos verdosos, las<br />
rueditas <strong>de</strong> plata <strong>de</strong> las goteras se<br />
habían hecho hongos. El aire jediondo<br />
casi se agarraba con la mano. Una<br />
botella olvidada había ido apagando<br />
su brillo <strong>de</strong> puro terror.<br />
El cura mandó a Julián por escobas y<br />
empezó a jalar los acapetates81 con una<br />
vara. Se <strong>de</strong>sgajaban, haciéndose tierra.<br />
De aquella rama sombría <strong>de</strong>l techo,<br />
los murciélagos se <strong>de</strong>sprendían, como<br />
hojas, o se volvían a colgar, como frutas<br />
pasadas.<br />
El cura estuvo toda la tar<strong>de</strong><br />
limpiando la casa. Bendijo un tarro<br />
<strong>de</strong> agua y lo regó por todas partes.<br />
Sacó un libro y susurró latines.<br />
80. Mysteries of the Catholic Church.<br />
81. Cobertura interior <strong>de</strong>l tejado.<br />
82. Fiber of sugar cane used as insulator.<br />
41<br />
“The old man Morán and his daughter<br />
who died of pneumonia. Others say she<br />
had turbeculosis.”<br />
The priest approached the porch. The<br />
bees began to confess their mysteries. 80<br />
He opened the dilapidated doors<br />
without fear. The cadaver of the Night,<br />
which had been left leaning insi<strong>de</strong> the<br />
door, collapsed towards the outsi<strong>de</strong>.<br />
Instinctively, everyone jumped back.<br />
Swift, like a ray of flesh, a black and<br />
shiny snake slithered by and then<br />
disappeared in the weeds. Frogs were<br />
leaping towards the door, as if they were<br />
live stones. Among the greenish bricks,<br />
the silver circles of the drips of rain had<br />
grown into fungus. The foul stench in<br />
the air could almost be grasped with<br />
a single hand. Out of fear, a forgotten<br />
bottle had ce<strong>de</strong>d its shine.<br />
The priest sent Julián to get some<br />
brooms, and using a stick he began to<br />
remove the straw 82 from the ceiling.<br />
They broke apart crumbling into dirt.<br />
The bats <strong>de</strong>tached from the gloomy<br />
branch that hung over the roof, as<br />
if they were autumn leaves. Others<br />
returned to the branch and clung like<br />
over-ripe fruit.<br />
The priest spent all afternoon<br />
cleaning the house. With a water<br />
vessel that he had blessed, he<br />
sprinkled everywhere. He took out<br />
his book and whispered in Latin.