Rain Susana
Lupita Rios Mayorga
But Peter, what do you want to look for stars at dawn? They say that no one has seen since the evening he left Susana Village. They say it took them all in your morralito tissue that you gave on your birthday. Remember? Yes, there was everything he could. To you left you nothing, just two or three memories full of salt, these were no good for nothing.
said before leaving that he would not, raining ash and his face looked like a polvorón than they sell in the bakery on Sundays. Long, white, full of dust from the volcano, as a harbinger of what awaited him at the start of Buena Vista. Yes, Peter, you are wrong in here this morning to look for stars or Susana, for that matter. From now on, think about your life in a corner nor female stars. Y even if you bring her Hondo Valley, "and what the want? Muda, dusty, not the forms that held him so when he went with her pitcher to the spring. Without his hip swaying like he was always a band playing next door. Without chest that seemed would fly from his tight dress and preferred to stay in the warmth of her cleavage, but we had waited and waited until her smile undid the spell and all went back to business.
I know you're still under your bed the güizaches to be left on the side when he went to the mountain to catch ants, those swept them away before leaving, I tell you it all away. The shirts where you kept the heart are gone. And why you left nothing, always said that you were able to go with the first smile you straight in the eye, you were a slick, if you wanted it was just as he found another that you hold your booze. That for which you served your company and your desmañanadas to go to nixtamal. I think he got tired of your daily tortearte for hot for beans. But no, Peter, can not be that the tortilla is the reason, Susan was always an early riser and very chambeadora. It was you with your vices and a desire to abuse people. La Chole said last night that I saw her weeping followed the corridor to the pots, just concealing it for not let others see how you weighed your lies, if it was a good woman who had, I do not know how he came to go to Valle Hondo just the new moon night. Everyone knows that without moonlight fills the way coyotes and snakes. But I was desperate and your wife, she learned that afternoon that you were at the home of Teresa and how not support, most encorajinó. He said that if he had been with Jesus or even with the Patricia you would have forgiven, but never with Teresa. "So withered and Ladino," she said.
And I saw, he moved like a hummingbird on one side to another, and picked up his shoes, then her shawl, and got into his backpack the red dress she wore at the party's patron saint ... and also I saw one at a time got promises you made when you bring the people, all unused, Peter. Accompanied by his bustling with some tears that had ended the drought enterito Valley. I told him to stay, she needed a spanking get less, to wait until the moon would open the way, but said it will not put up with not one more and that it was because they did not love you because you wanted more what your mother wants you. He told me he had very dirty mouth unfulfilled vows, kisses and words wrong given that he no longer served or to sweeten your morning coffee. Just to see the face of sadness slipped me the heart to the ground and thus already I could do nothing.
I looked into the hallway walking very slowly, as if your feet are like to get stuck in the doorway, but she broke down and went, then I saw, I had tattooed on his arm. I knew it was the last time you see your wife. If death is unforgiving to love, less to the heartbreak. Acquitted her feet and started running toward the road ligerita big, like a dove taking flight. The volcano wept, ash and toast came not as usual, turned a blue-beam softly that it rained for hyacinths. Then even that stopped her. I saw her walk until he was out on the horizon and hips went into the hill as the sun, and with it went out of what little light we had.
had not spent two hours when we came up with the news. The whole world awoke to learn that Susan instead of going to Valle Hondo, went straight to the volcano. A pawn of Don Hector found his things and ran to seek help. And nothing could be done, Peter. Left on the sidewalk leading to the volcano his bag, her shoes, her dress, then jumped into the crater just wrapped in a shawl of sky that you gave.
was when I ran to get you to say what he had done to your wife. I think they were the ashes of blue they called her and she had no more than obey. So I tell you, Peter and going to dawn. Get better at your house because there are no stars here, and when the sun rises the volcano will start raining hyacinths and Susana. Susan Ash is all that remains of it.
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