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ailando en puntas y cogiendo al
paso mantos de nube, para enrollarse
girámbulas.
Venía el chuchito perdido, arrastrando
una larga pita por el camino. Era negro,
lagartijo, encogido y despavorido.
Echaba las orejas hacia atrás, la cola
entre las patas; un vivo amarillo de
espanto le rodeaba los ojos polvosos.
En aquella anchísima soledad,
ensordecida por el viento, era como un
dolor extraviado. La fuerza del oleaje le
hacía tambalearse. Se paraba y ponía
vanos empeños por amarrar el cabo
del olfato. Volvía tímido la cabeza, para
mirar cuán solo estaba. Entonces su
grito lastime ro hacía un rasguño en el
viento. Volvía atrás con igual premura,
miran do al andar hacia el cielo, como
si nadara. La pita suelta lo seguía dócil,
marcando un surco en el polvo por
un instante. Era como un amor náufrago.
Buscaba al amo, perdido en el
ventarrón. A lo lejos, como un punto
negro en la explanada, iba nadando
hacia lo incierto. Aquella cosa tan
mísera, bajo el furor del cielo, era un
dolor grandioso.
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Entre madejas de polvo y cáscaras
doradas, apoyado al tanteyo en el palo
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dust, vertiginously dancing on the
paths; dancing on tiptoe and grabbing
cloaks of clouds as they passed by as if
to become philadelphus flowers. 206
Chuchito207 the pup, was walking along
disoriented, dragging a long rope
along the road. He was a black, lizardlike,
shrunken, scared creature. His ears
turned back, his tail between his legs;
a bright scary yellow surrounded his
dusty eyes. In that immense solitude,
deafened by the wind, he was like a
wandering pain. The might of the waves
made him stagger. He stood up and
made vain efforts to recover his sense of
smell. He turned his head timidly to see
just how alone he was. Then his woeful
howl nipped at the wind. He turned
back, with the same urgency, looking
up at the sky as he walked, it seemed
as if he were swimming. The loose rope
followed him obediently, creating a
temporary crease in the dust. It was
like love that had been shipwrecked.
He was looking for his owner, lost in the
gale. Far away, like a black dot in the
plains, he swam towards uncertainty.
The swimming under the heaven’s fury,
such a miserable thing to do, was an
enormous pain.
206. Also “girandole,” “mock orange” and “syringa.” This is an ornamental shrub with fragrant, sweetscented
snow white flowers.
207. “Chuchito” is an endearment term for “puppy”, and it often has familiar and sentimental value. I
decided to keep “Chuchito” instead of puppy, and “he” instead of “it” to provoke in the reader a feeling
that Chuchito has human characteristics.
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