Ella tenía sus trastornos nerviosos y cuando eso pasaba caminaba por todo el barrio, sin llevar ningún destino; a algunos vecinos les decías cosas bonitas, pero aquellos que no le venían en gracia, los agredía y los ponía nervioso.

—Cuando irán a amarrar esa loca, — decían otros y los niños corrían detrás de ella para molestarla, lanzándole piedras y papeles con la intención de enojarla y así la convertían en un peligro para el vecindario.

Cuando la policía llegaba ella no les temía, solo esperaba que ellos comprendieran que esos muchachos se metían con ella.

—Ellos son los que me echan bromas.

—Pero tienes que calmarte, —le decía el policía que siempre le brindaba el desayuno para que no le doliera la barriga por el hambre, entonces, ella le cantaba, porque se sabía muchas canciones que su mamá le enseñó para que estuviera entretenida.

—Y me vas a encerrar Tombo lindo, si tú no eres así, yo te quiero.

—Pero hay que tratar de no ofender a los vecinos.

—¿Y qué quieres? qué me deje joder.

—Cálmate amiga, te compraré un pastel con jugo, no te voy a encerrar.

—Está bien, pero enciérralos a ellos, — y señalaba a los niños que salía corriendo bajo la mirada del policía.

—Déjenla tranquila, —les decía y ella seguía cantando y arañando su guitarra imaginaria y volvía la calma. El policía sabía que a veces no tomaba su calmante.

She had her nervous disorders and when that happened she would walk all over the neighbourhood, without any destination; to some neighbours you would say nice things, but those who didn't like her, she would attack them and make them nervous.

-When t;ey were going to tie up that crazy woman," said others, and the children would run after her to annoy her, throwing stones and. Entonces her with the intention of making her angry and thus makingmamá a danger to the neighbourhood.

When the police arrived, she wasn't afraid of them, she just hoped that they would understand that these boys were picking on her.

-They're the ones playing pranks on me.

-But you have to calm down," said the policeman who always gave her breakfast so that her belly wouldn't hurt from hunger, then she would sing to him, because she knew many songs that her mother had taught her to keep her entertained.

-And you're going to lock me up, pretty policeman, if you're not like that, I love you.

-But you have to try not to offend the neighbours.

-And what do you want me to do, to let them fuck with me?
-Calm down my friend, I'll buy you a cake and juice, I'm not going to lock you up.

-All right, but lock them up," and she pointed to the children who were runni;g away under the police officer's gaze.

-Leave her alone," he would say, and she would keep singing and strumming her imaginary guitar and calm would return. The policeman knew that sometimes she didn't take her painkiller.