Con este relato estoy participando en el Concurso de literatura La Abeja Obrera. Edición Nro. 10
With this story I am participating in the literary competition La Abeja Obrera. Issue No. 10
Lloraba como nunca lo había hecho, aún así, me agarró por la camisa y me estremecía con furia, hasta me empujó contra la pared, yo la miré, nublado por las lágrimas, me tapaba la cara, evitando sus uñas, ahí aproveché y le grité a todo pulmón:
—¡Ella me embrujó! yo solo iba a arreglarle unas tuberías, pero ella me echó ese humo encima y no supe más de mí, me desperté navegando entre sus piernas, yo no quería, pero algo por dentro me quemaba, después todo era humo y desperté en la calle con la noche encima, ¡yo te lo juro ella me embrujó!
—¡Siii! te rezó y el cerebro se te durmió, pobrecito, no supiste más de ti, te convirtió en un manso corderito; pero si esa mujer es bruja, va a conocer mi poder para que aprenda respetar, tu eres un hombre casado, no se te olvide.
Se agachó, me dio un, beso y me acaricio la melena, después salió, ahora no sé qué hacer ya han pasado varias horas y no llega.
—¡Compadre! ¡Compadre tiene que ver esto! la calle está que hierve, sale humo de las alcantarillas, esas mujeres graznan como cuervos, ¡venga compadre si esto sigue así habrá que llamar a los bomberos!
Tuve que salir como manso cordero, mi compadre no entendió mi bramido, pero me adentre en el humo para espantar con mi brisa el fuego que aquellas dos mujeres iban dejando, era tan fuerte, que calcinaba la vista de los vecinos, sus caras eran el asombro robando sus suspiros, había gritos lascivos, de miedo, de asombro e indignación en las señoras que tejían cruces y pedían a San Marcos de León que amansara a las bestias.
Los vecinos amanecieron barriendo las cenizas con sus lenguas, iban tejiendo las historias de esos dos cuerpos calcinados por el ardor de una pasión, que no podían entender, por eso me convertí en cordero, les pasaba por un lado como todo un animal amaestrado buscando pasto en las praderas ajenas. Yo le dije la verdad, ella me embrujó.
Aquí estoy tratando de comprender porque mis manos se deslizan sin control por esta piel que ahora comparte su calor y nubla mis recuerdos, tengo dudas, pero creo que sigo embrujado, me deslizo como un manso cordero por su noche bramando de satisfacción.
I was crying as I had never cried before, even so, she grabbed me by the shirt and shook me with fury, she even pushed me against the wall, I looked at her, clouded by tears, she was covering my face, avoiding her nails, there I took advantage and shouted at the top of my lungs:
—She bewitched me! I was only going to fix some pipes, but she threw that smoke on me and I didn't know anything more about me, I woke up sailing between her legs, I didn't want to, but something inside me was burning, then everything was smoke and I woke up in the street with the night on top of me, I swear she bewitched me!
—She prayed you and your brain went to sleep, poor thing, you didn't know any more about yourself, she turned you into a meek little lamb; but if that woman is a witch, she's going to know my power so that she'll learn to respect, you're a married man, don't forget.
He bent down, gave me a kiss and stroked my hair, then he went out, now I don't know what to do, it's been several hours and he hasn't arrived.
—Buddy! Buddy! —shouted a neighbour, —you have to see this! the street is boiling, smoke is coming out of the sewers, those women are cawing like crows, come on buddy if this keeps up we'll have to call the fire brigade!
I had to go out like a meek lamb, my compadre did not understand my bellowing, but I entered the smoke to scare away with my breeze the fire that those two women were leaving, it was so strong that it burnt the sight of the neighbours, their faces were astonishment stealing their sighs, there were lewd cries of fear, astonishment and indignation in the ladies who wove crosses and asked San Marcos de León to tame the beasts.
The neighbours woke up sweeping the ashes with their tongues, weaving the stories of those two bodies burnt by the ardour of a passion they couldn't understand, that's why I became a lamb, I passed them by like a trained animal looking for pasture in other people's meadows. I told her the truth, she bewitched me.
Here I am trying to understand why my hands slide uncontrollably across this skin that now shares her warmth and clouds my memories, I have doubts, but I think I'm still bewitched, I slide like a tame lamb through her night bellowing with satisfaction.
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