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Book:
MEDIOMUNDO
Pages: 70
Ilustration: 2
COLORS
Mesure(cm.): 22 X 22 X
0.7
Weight: 260 GR.
Price U$S: 30
Once
upon a time, there
was an old house, supported by a half-moon arch and
painted in
coffee-brown and milk-white colors
just as
the coffee which is always beside a croissant (kind of pastry).
As a goal-kick player
of the Cuareim Street,
its goal posts stood in a field which was pointed
out as prisoners used to, with number 1080.
Some
scrapes depicted
in a
pink tone and others in blue.
It was an old Montevidean
house with many doors through which the wind blew
faster than a group of small children. Birds
freely flew
in and out wisely enough to discover traps
and avoid falling into them.
The town- looking house
was quite different from others,
Hanging from the hook of the century, it jointly
sheltered a hundred
families, who warmly shared this cozy place far beyond a
surname boundary.
Two honeysuckle plants
which stemmed from a flowerbed situated in the middle of
the patio(yard) climbed up the iron staircase to the first
floor where it was the waiting room where Figari had so
many times touched the moon. It also reached the half-moon
arch early mentioned, which
was always hanging from the sky
of the Candombe (Afro-Uruguayan native dance) like a badge
invitation to dialogue.
The same half-moon that staggers the lubolo´s swinging arms, to
become the banner-
heading at
carnival, and dances high tickling the balconies. The
fact is that it is a fretting cloth moon coming from the
Nyanza constellation to complete its travel at
the historical negroes´ hands.
The whole life-time
passed through this patio. It
was a private stage where everybody had a role to play. A
shared sidewalk. All
the room-doors that were downstairs looked to this patio,
so when the tenants washed it, the scene seemed to
be a choreography designed
for a ballet
of brooms.
Garbage was thrown into
a tar container. The
litter which was not destroyed by fire, remained out
waiting for the two-wheel cart
carried by
mules which was as old as the house...”
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