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El maishtro Ulalio decía que era porque
espantaban: “Sale el espíreto de la
Tona”, decía; “yo luei visto tres veces:
chifla y siacurruca; chifla, y se acurruca:
después, mece las mangas y se dentra
en el platanar”.
Ño Mónico, que estaba loco de una
locura mansita —porque hablaba
disparates muy cuerdamente—,
decía con el aire de importancia y
superioridad que lo caracterizaba:
—¡Ah..., no señor..., nuai tales carneros
aloyé, nuai tales!... Siesque vinieron los
managuas77 , despacito..., y cerraron
las puertas cuando era al mediodía,
aloyé. Dejaron adentro a la Noche, que
bía venido a beber agua descondidas
del sol. Allí la tienen enjaulada, aloyé,
y la amarraron con una pita e matate.
¿¡Cómo se va!? Sestá pudriendo
diambre: ya giede, aloyé, ¡ya giede!
Pasa ispiando por los juracos de la paré;
y, cuando nuentran sapos, aguanta
hambre. Dende aquí sioyen a veces
los destertores de la goma. Se va en
friyo, aloyé. Un diya destos va parecer
la yelasón derretida por las rindijas. Los
managuas la vienen a bombiar todos
los diyas, con ronquidos diagua, para
joderla más ligero, aloyé...
77. El espíritu de las nubes.
78. Indigenous mythology: spirits of the clouds.
79. A primitive form of thread made out of henequen fibers.
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Señor Ulalio said that the house was
abandoned because it was haunted:
“Tona’s spirit wanders there,” he said. “I
seen it three times: her ghost whistles
and hides, whistles and hides, and
rustles the leaves of the mango trees
and flees into the plantain grove.”
Señor Mónico, whose craziness was
manifested in a common sanity, made
foolish remarks very seemingly sanely,
with his characteristic air of arrogance
and superiority pronounced:
“No, sir! Those stories are false, you
hear, they ain’t true! The managuas 78
slowly appeared one day at noon and
closed the doors. They left the Night
inside, who had come to get a drink
of water behind the sun’s back. They
have her there in a cage, you hear me.
They tied her up with a matate 79 twine.
How can she escape? She’s mouldering
from hunger, you hear me, she already
stinks! She spends the days looking
out through the cracks of the wall
and when frogs don’t come in to be
caught, she starves. Even from here
you can hear her rasping breaths like a
drunk with a hangover. She is cold, you
hear. One of these days there will be a
melted coldness seeping through the
cracks. The managuas come to bother
her everyday, making watery snores to
wear her down and finish her off more
quickly, you hear…