cuentos de barro - DSpace Universidad Don Bosco
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De PeSca<br />
Eran allá como las tres <strong>de</strong> la madrugada.<br />
La luna, <strong>de</strong> llena, lambía las sombras<br />
prietas en los montarrascales y en<br />
los manglares dormilones. El estero,<br />
lagunoso en su calma, era como un<br />
pedazo <strong>de</strong> espejo <strong>de</strong>l día; <strong>de</strong>l día ya<br />
roto. La playa lechosa, <strong>de</strong> cascajo<br />
crema, se <strong>de</strong>jaba espulgar por las<br />
suaves ondas espumíferas, que la<br />
brisa <strong>de</strong>vanaba sin prisa. La isla, al otro<br />
lado <strong>de</strong>l agua, se alargaba como una<br />
nube negra que flotara en aquel cielo<br />
diáfano, mitad cielo, mitad estero. Las<br />
estrellas pintaban en ambos cielos. El<br />
mar, a lo lejos, roncaba adormilado<br />
por la frescura <strong>de</strong>l aire y la claridad <strong>de</strong>l<br />
mundo. Un cordón <strong>de</strong> aves blancas<br />
pasó, silencioso y ondulante como una<br />
culebra <strong>de</strong> luna.<br />
De la mediagua oscura, salió a la playa<br />
un indio. Llevaba <strong>de</strong>snudo el torso,<br />
los calzones arremangados sobre<br />
las rodillas; se <strong>de</strong>sperezaba, como<br />
queriendo echar al suelo el fardo <strong>de</strong>l<br />
sueño. La arena, al ser hollada por lo<br />
anchos pies <strong>de</strong>scalzos, mascaba el<br />
silencio. Miró las estrellas con los ojos<br />
fruncidos. Se espantó los mosquitos,<br />
miró el agua platera y regresó al<br />
rancho.<br />
—Son ya mero las tres, vos... ¿Nos<br />
vamos?<br />
83. Covered with water<br />
84. As in the biblical sense. See Matthew 5:13.<br />
43<br />
GoNe fISHING<br />
It was about three in the morning. The<br />
full moon licked the dark shaddows in<br />
the dry thorny bushes and in the trees<br />
in the sleepy mangrove swamp. The<br />
marsh, like a calm lagoon, reflected<br />
the broken day like a piece of mirror.<br />
The milky beach, with creamy pebbles,<br />
was being groomed83 by the smooth<br />
foamy waves blown by the gentle<br />
breeze. The island, on the other si<strong>de</strong> of<br />
the water, elongated like a black cloud<br />
that floated in that clear sky; half sky,<br />
half marsh. The stars were painted on<br />
both skies. In the distance, the dozing<br />
sea was snoring lulled by the freshness<br />
of the air and the clarity of the world. A<br />
chain of white birds swooped by, silent<br />
and undulating like a moon snake.<br />
Leaving his dark porch, a peasant went<br />
out to the beach, shirtless and with his<br />
trousers rolled up. He was stretching,<br />
as if wanting to shed his bundle of<br />
sleepiness on the ground. The peasant’s<br />
wi<strong>de</strong> barefoot feet scrunched84 through<br />
the sand and chewed up the silence. He<br />
squinted to gaze at the stars. Swatting<br />
the gnats away, he peered at the<br />
shimmering water and returned home.<br />
“It’s almost three, man... wanna go?”