El vecino era entrenador. Tipo bastante rudo, inmigrante colombiano. Cuidaba con comida y bebida a un pequeño traido de Alemania. Mientras nos lo entregaba lo escuchaba repetir que no era lo suficientemente inteligente, bruto, feo. Múltiples caras, repugnantes todas.
Mi padre y el tipajo éste habían sido amigos algún tiempo. Salían en sus ruidosas motos a ser por ratos motociclistas. Fue en uno de estos viajes donde pasado de tragos le dijo a mi padre que cuando era chamaco su padre lo reprochaba desnudo sobre una mesa con cables, de estos que se usan para tendidos eléctricos y varian de colores, azul, blanco, rojo, verde, negr... no viene al caso.
Mi viejo contaba la historia de aquel hombre con una ridícula expresión de dolor. Arriba las cejas, mirada perdida, gestos leves, y mientras hablaba yo solo podía pensar en lo marica que sonada todo esto. Chinasos así... JA! Los caribeños sabemos de esto. Además… me daba gracia que si bien no era "desnudo a latigazos”, mi padre tenía también severos métodos de reproche, menos homosexuales por supuesto pero... hipocresia, no viene al caso.
Negro azabache de carácter simpático. Tez brillante, grandes orejas y lomo caido. De la familia desde la primera noche, jugamos, compartimos y aprendimos resiprocamente. Nosotros de él y él de... no lo se, pero comía y bebía abundantemente. El cariño y amor de hogar lo hicieron pronto un ser esbelto y talvez feliz. Dejo de ser el “bruto” y “feo” para hallarse entre suma belleza en su plena madurez hasta el punto en que su anterior dueño, el vecino, lo quiso devuelta. Mi padre siempre respondió a ésto con irónicas risas.
Una tarde yo cocinaba y mi madre sacaba cuentas de su negocio de las tortas. Conversábamos. Palabras iban y venían hasta que nos interrumpió Verona, nuestra perra Rotwailer. Salí de la cocina a ver contra que se hallaba bramando ladridos con histeria y mucha euforia, era hacia un tronco de pino. Me acerque. Enrollada y con la boca muy abierta, una culebra. Mediana. De rombos que se iban oscureciendo hacia su cola. Rápidamente puse a Verona en zona segura y fui a buscar un saco y una vara larga. Hasta que logré meterla en el saco no cesaron las palabras preocupadas que, sobre mi hombro, repetía mi madre; mas tarde las de mi padre que describía la situación por linea telefónica como “sentimentalismo absurdo”.
—¡Mátenla! — decía.
—Que la mates dice tu papá— exclamaba mi madre.
—¡Que no!— respondía yo. —No tendrá ella la culpa de haber sido engendrada rastrera. Así mismo tampoco nosotros por nuestra figura humana que en general se opina pintoresca.
—Ah vain… Ustedes lo que son es unos hippies mariquitos — se escuchaba muy por debajo mi padre.
—¡Listo!— lo interrumpí — ya esta en el saco. Me la llevo. Aún así y pensándolo bien… ¿qué comen éstas?
—No. No te la puedes quedar. — dijo tajante mi madre que ya había colgado.
—Pero madre, sería muy sencillo. Le haré una gran pecera de vidrio para dorm…
—¡NO!
Camine un rato por la montaña y deje en libertad a la rastrera. Volví a casa y servíamos la mesa. Llamé a Bonn.
—Bonn! Alemán!— grité. Me movi a las patas de la escalera.
—¡Bonn!. — repetí. Silencio. Busqué en la casa. Luego en el jardín.
Lo encontré helado sobre un charco de sangre revuelta con mierda. Lo arrastre hasta piso firme, era ya muy pesado. Me tiré sobre él, lo abracé. Ambos inmóviles. Ambos bañados en su putrefacta mierda sangrienta. Hemorragia interna. La misma que se agoniza por el diente de una serpiente. Mi mierda.
Debió caer sobre tu larga cuerpa el machete, engendra culebra rastrera… cuanto pesas libre de culpa sobre la mía. Conciencia, anorexia.
A mi perro.
Bonn, el made Alemán.
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The neighbor was a coach. Pretty rough guy, Colombian immigrant. He cared for a small traido from Germany with food and drink. While he handed it to us I heard him repeat that he was not intelligent enough, gross, ugly. Multiple faces, disgusting all.
My father and the tipajo had been friends for some time. They left on their noisy motorcycles to be for motorcyclists. It was on one of these trips where, after drinks, he told my father that when he was a kid his father reproached him naked on a table with cables, of these used for power lines and they vary in color, blue, white, red, green , negr ... is not relevant.
My old man told the story of that man with a ridiculous expression of pain. Above the eyebrows, lost look, slight gestures, and while I was talking I could only think of the fag that all this sounded. Chinasos like that ... JA! The Caribbean people know about this. Also ... I was amused that although he was not "naked to whiplash", my father also had severe methods of reproach, less homosexuals of course but ... hypocrisy, it is not relevant.
Jet black of sympathetic character. Bright complexion, big ears and loin fallen. From the family since the first night, we played, we shared and we learned resiprocamente. We of him and he of ... I do not know, but I ate and drank abundantly. The affection and love of home made it soon a slender and perhaps happy being. I cease to be the "gross" and "ugly" to be between extreme beauty in its full maturity to the point where its previous owner, the neighbor, wanted it back. My father always responded to this with ironic laughter.
One afternoon I cooked and my mother took accounts of her cake business. We conversed. Words came and went until we were interrupted by Verona, our bitch Rotwailer. I left the kitchen to see that he was bellowing barks with hysteria and much euphoria, was towards a pine trunk. I approached. Coiled and with the mouth very open, a snake. Median. From rhombuses that were darkening towards his tail. I quickly put Verona in a safe area and went to get a bag and a long stick. Until I managed to put it in the sack, the worried words that, over my shoulder, my mother repeated; Later on, my father's description of the situation on the telephone line as "absurd sentimentality".
—Kill her!— He said.
—What the mother says your dad exclaimed my mother.
—What not!— I answered. It will not be her fault that she was born a creep. Neither do we ourselves because of our human figure, which is generally considered picturesque.
—Ah vain... You guys are hippy, ladybugs— you could hear my father far below.
—Ready!— I interrupted —is already in the bag. I take it. Still and thinking about it ... what do they eat?
—Do not. You can not keep it.— my mother said emphatically that she had already hung up.
—But mother, it would be very simple. I will make you a large glass fishbowl for sleeping ...
—NOT!
Walk for a while on the mountain and let the creeper go free. I went home and served the table. I called Bonn.
—Bonn! German!— I shouted. I moved to the legs of the stairs.
—Bonn!— I repeated. Silence. I searched the house. Then in the garden.
I found him frozen in a puddle of blood mixed with shit. I dragged it to the floor, it was already very heavy. I threw myself on him, hugged him. Both motionless. Both bathed in their rotten bloody shit. Internal bleeding. The same one that is agonized by the tooth of a snake. My shit
The knife must have fallen on your long body, it begets creeping snake... you weigh free of guilt on mine. Awareness, anorexia.
To my dog.
Bonn, the German made.
Foto relato de la serie:
AE1: Como gusanos u orugas.
AE2: La almohada mágica.
AE3: Perpendicular hacia mi plato.
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Asi mismo mi bro y ésta bueh, como quemo! gracias por tomarte el tiempo de leerla. saludos!
Explica tan poco pero expresa tanto. Una lástima por esos ojos bonitos.
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