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—¿Y ed juguetes, mama?...
La camisa le llegaba al ombligo. Iba
tranqueando. A lo lejos, se óiba el río
embarrancado. En los claros, salían
de los palos brazos negros, que
amenazaban el cielo.
—Apurate, Nachito, andá!...
—¿Y ed juguetes, mama?...
Al pasar por el rancho de ño Tito, la
puerta de luz les cayó encima, y oyeron
la risa de la guitarra.
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“Where the toys, ma?”
His shirt went down to his navel. He
was limping. In the distance, the river
in the ravine was heard. In the plains,
black arms were coming out of the
trees threatening the sky.
“Hurry up, son. Hurry up!”
“Where the toys, ma?”
When they were passing by Señor Tito’s
shack the door of light ensneared them
again. They heard the laughter of the
guitar.