cuentos de barro - DSpace Universidad Don Bosco

La Ulalia seguía aculada, siempre
al tanteyo de coger puesto. Por fin,
llegó hasta la barriga negra del
cura. Sonaban trompetas; sonaban
chinchines140 ; sonaban tumblimbes141 .
—¿Y vos? ¿Vos no sos del pueblo,
verdá?
—No, padre-cura; soy del valle...
—¡Hum, hum!... ¿Tus cipotes nuán
venido a la doctrina, verdá?
—No, Siñor: tamos lejos...
—Hum, hum!... Para vos nuay; para vos
nuay... ¿Entendiste? Para vos nuay...
Pase lotra, pase, pase...
* * *
Topadito al cerro, floriaba un lucero. La
Ulalia iba, por el camino, de güelta.
Con su voz tísica, decía:
—¡Apurate, Nachito, andá!
La Tina luiba jalando.
Nachito decía:
140. Campana de mano, como una maraca metálica.
141. Tamborcito forrado de cuero.
142. Hand bell like a maraca.
143. Small drum made of leather.
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Though she was cornered, Ulalia hoped
to get a spot. At last, she was able to walk
up to the priest’s black belly. Trumpets
played. Chinchin142 and tumblinblin143 were heard
“How about you? You aren’t from this
town, are you?”
“No, father-priest, I am from the
valley...”
“Uh-hum! Your children haven’t come
to catechism, have they?”
“No, Señor. We live far away.”
“Uh-hum! There’s nothing for you.
Nothing for you, got it? There is nothing
for you. Next, please, next.”
* * *
At the foot of the hill a star was
blossoming. Ulalia and her children
began their long journey back home.
With her consumptive voice she said:
“Hurry up, son. Hurry up!”
As Tina was pulling him along Little
Nacho asked: