cuentos de barro - DSpace Universidad Don Bosco
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La Can<strong>de</strong> fue por el canasto. Bajo<br />
el limonero, el suelo doraba. Olía a<br />
mañana. Daba lástima <strong>de</strong>sarreglar<br />
el paisaje enfrutado. <strong>Don</strong> Nayo y la<br />
Can<strong>de</strong> fueron pepenando, uno a uno,<br />
los limones. Más abajo, al haz <strong>de</strong> un<br />
granado, estaba el nance. El suelo<br />
aparecía cundido. La la<strong>de</strong>ra había<br />
llevado rodando los nances hasta bien<br />
lejos. Parecía como si a la planta se le<br />
hubiera roto el hilo <strong>de</strong> un inmenso<br />
collar.<br />
—Tempapádo el monte, tata.<br />
—Cuidá <strong>de</strong> no empuercar el vestido.<br />
—Afíjese<br />
Contagio...<br />
que anoche soñé el<br />
—¿Eh?...<br />
—Era un endizuelo así, sapito, con<br />
buche y con una cosa feya aquí.<br />
—¿On<strong>de</strong>?<br />
—Aquí...<br />
Seguían cayendo limones, que<br />
quedaban medio hundidos en el lodo<br />
negro. A orillas <strong>de</strong> la acequia se oía<br />
una fiesta <strong>de</strong> sanates. Bajo los charrales<br />
empezaron a rascar las gallinas,<br />
haciendo sonar las hojas marchitas. Los<br />
grillos se habían ido consumiendo en el<br />
claror.<br />
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Can<strong>de</strong> went to fetch the basket. Un<strong>de</strong>r<br />
the tree the ground was gol<strong>de</strong>n yellow<br />
with lemons. It smelled like morning. It<br />
was a shame to have to ruin the fruited<br />
landscape. Señor Nayo and Can<strong>de</strong><br />
picked up the lemons, one by one.<br />
Down further, next to the pomegranate<br />
tree, there was a locust berry tree. The<br />
ground was covered with fruit. The<br />
slope of the land had carried the locust<br />
berries so far away. It seemed as if the<br />
tree had an immense necklace of fruit<br />
and that its thread had been broken.<br />
“The bushes are wet, Pa.”<br />
“See that you don’t soil your dress.”<br />
“So, last night I had a dream about<br />
getting the infection.”<br />
“What?”<br />
“He was one of them Indians, short,<br />
with a big belly, and an ugly thing<br />
down here.”<br />
“Where?”<br />
“Here.”<br />
Lemons kept falling and got half stuck<br />
in the black mud. On the banks of the<br />
canal the Great-tailed Grackle had<br />
their own loud party. Hens began to<br />
scratch un<strong>de</strong>r the scrubbrush, making<br />
a sound in the dry leaves. The crickets<br />
languished in the radiance of the day.