cuentos de barro - DSpace Universidad Don Bosco
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cuentos de barro - DSpace Universidad Don Bosco
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El camino estaba como el día, y la arenita<br />
fresca acariciaba los pies. Iban los ocho<br />
<strong>de</strong> la escolta distrayéndose con los<br />
luceros; y el cabo, montado, jumando<br />
su puro, se agachaba dormilón. Sólo los<br />
presos conversaban. El cabo les oiba,<br />
perdonero.<br />
Llegado que hubieron a las ruinas <strong>de</strong>l<br />
obraje, hubo un <strong>de</strong>scanso. El cabo<br />
López se acercó amigable a Miguel y le<br />
dijo:<br />
—Esa ña Pabla Portillo <strong>de</strong> que hablaba<br />
usté, joven, ¿ón<strong>de</strong> vive?<br />
—En Las Isletas. Es mi mama...<br />
—¿Tiene hermanas su mama?<br />
—La ña Dolores Portillo, <strong>de</strong> San Juan.<br />
—Es la mía...<br />
—Entonce, usté es Remigio López, el<br />
marido <strong>de</strong> la Felicia.<br />
—El mesmo.<br />
—¡Ah, ya jodimos!...<br />
—Me vuá quedar con vos atrás, y te<br />
golvés...<br />
Miguel sonrió apenado y se miró las<br />
manos.<br />
106. Town in La Paz, Central El Salvador.<br />
53<br />
The road was bright as day, and the<br />
fresh sand caressed their feet. All eight<br />
members of the squad were distracted<br />
by the moon. The corporal on his horse,<br />
smoking his cigar, almost nod<strong>de</strong>d<br />
off. Only the prisoners chatted. The<br />
corporal listened as if he were hearing<br />
confessions.<br />
When they arrived at the place called<br />
Ruins of “el obraje,” they took a break.<br />
Corporal López approached Miguel in<br />
a friendly manner and said:<br />
“Young man, I heard you speak about<br />
Señora Pabla Portillo, where does she<br />
live?”<br />
“In Las Isletas 106 . It’s my ma.”<br />
“Does your ma have any sisters?”<br />
“Señora Dolores Portillo, from San<br />
Juan.”<br />
“She’s my woman.”<br />
“Then you must be Remigio López,<br />
Felicia’s man.”<br />
“Exactly.”<br />
“Who woulda thought!”<br />
“Let everyone go ahead. I’ll stay back<br />
here with you then you can go back<br />
home.”<br />
Miguel smiled, embarrassed, and<br />
looked at his hands.