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La palazón se bañaba, alegre y desnuda,
en el viento. El sol era mareño 205 , en
la mañana azul. La basura iba y venía,
arrastrada por la mecida del aire. Hojas
que rodaban como caracoles, polvo
como espuma sucia en aquella marea.
Los charcos, en medio del camino
barrioso y barrido, se secaban dejando
prieta la tierra, y blandita como para
meter el pie. Un ruidal de ramadas
llenaba la costa entera, dende aquí
quera verdeante hasta allá lejoslejos
quera azul.
También las yeguas sintieron dentrar
el viento en su alegrón y se echaron
a correr por el llano. A la par de las
yeguas de viento, iban las yeguas de
sangre, atropellándose unas con otras,
soplando las narices valientes, la crin
al cielo y el casco al suelo: ¡patacán,
patacán, patacán! Dejaban jumazón en
la fueya, como si quemaran su libertá.
Paraban su desboco, cuando ya no
sentían el suelo, por miedo al vuelo
desconocido. El heroísmo es un exceso
de vida que puede a veces producir la
muerte.
A ratos, el norte ponía mujeres de polvo,
bailando vertiginosas por las veredas;
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THe WIND
The forest bathed, happy and naked, in
the wind. The sun was sailing upon the
sea in the clear morning. Garbage came
and went, dragged by the rocking of
the air. Leaves were rolling like snails,
as did the dust like dirty foam in the
tide.
The puddles, in the middle of the
empty clayish road, were being dried
leaving the soil dark and soft to walk
on. A huge noise of palm huts filled the
whole coast, which from here it looked
greenish, to over there, far far, faded to
blue.
The mares also felt the wind come
overjoyed, and broke into a run across
the plains. Alongside the mares of
wind, the mares of blood were also
racing, trampling one another, flaring
their brave nostrils, their manes to the
sky and their hooves to the ground:
clickity-clack! clickity-clack! They
were leaving a cloud of dust in their
hoofprints as if burning their freedom.
Their wildness stopped when they no
longer felt the ground fearful of the
unknown flight. Heroism is an excess
of life that can sometimes cause death.
At times, the wind turned women into
205. “Mareño”: que viene del mar; that is like saying “it is the appropriate time to go for a walk under the
sun by sea.”