cuentos de barro - DSpace Universidad Don Bosco

los inviernos interiores han llenado de
melancolía. Un vacío queda allí donde
arrancamos para dar, y ese vacío sangra
satisfacción y buena voluntad.
Allí va esa hornada de cuenteretes,
medio crudos por falta de leña: el sol se
encargará de irlos tostando.
5. Like a chisel, the tool of an engraver.
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about the skillful burin? 5 Nevertheless,
these tales are made from the soul of
the clay; and there is a little hole left
where the material was extracted, and
where past winters have filled them up
with melancholy. A hole in the ground
is left where we took away to give, and
that emptiness bleeds satisfaction and
a sense of goodwill.
There goes this batch of tales, half
raw because there was not enough
firewood. The sun will finish toasting
them little by little.