cuentos de barro - DSpace Universidad Don Bosco

A lo lejos, lejos, los gallos abrían puertas
chillonas. El día se tambaleaba indeciso,
bajo la nubazón sucia, como carpa de
circo pobre.
Don Nayo llegó al portón. No podía
enderezar la cabeza, porque su nuca
estaba paralizada; lo cual le daba un
vago aspecto de tortuga mareña. Miró
al cielo de reojo; aspiró el olor de los
limones; se puso el palo bajo el brazo y
llamó aplaudiendo.
—¡Cande!...
La Cande gritó desde la cocina:
—¡Mandé!...
—Date priesa...
La Cande atravesó el patio dejando su
priesa pintada en el suelo. Era quinzona,
rubita, gordita, nalgona, chapuda y
sonreiba constantemente. Daba la
impresión de bañada, dentro del traje
pushco160 y jediondo.
—¿Qué quiere, tata?...
El viejo le alcanzó la oreja al tanteyo.
—Babosa, no téi dicho que cuando
vengas a trer lagua, cerrés bien la
palanquera!
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In the distance, far away, the roosters
opened the squeaky doors. The day,
indecisive, staggered under the dirty
clouds like a cheap circus tent.
Señor Nayo reached the gate. He wasn’t
able to keep his head straightened up
because his neck was paralyzed, which
made him look vaguely like a sea turtle.
He glanced at the sky out of the corners
of his eyes, inhaled the smell of limes,
put his cane under his arm, and clapped
his hands as he yelled:
“Cande!”
She responded from the kitchen:
“Yes?”
“Come here now...”
Cande ran through the yard leaving
her hurried footprints painted on
the ground. She was about fifteen,
blondish, pleasantly chubby, with a
nicely rounded bottom, rosy-cheeked,
and she smiled often. Although her
clothes were stinky and dirty, she gave
the impression of being showered.
“Whatcha want, Pa?”
The old man reached out and wrenched
her ear.
“You fool! Haven’t ah told ya to make
sure the pump handle is closed tight
after you go git water?”
160. Sucio. Schultze (183) regoje “pusháua” para ennegrecido; Campbell, “puk-na” para sucio.