Palma

We Have given the land:
After many hours of walking without finding a shade tree or a seed tree or a root of nothing, you hear the barking of dogs.
One sometimes has believed in the midst of thisshoreless way, that nothing would then, that you could not find anything on the other side, at the end of this plain crack cracked and dry washes. But yes, there is. There's a town. You hear the dogsbarking and feel in the air the smell of smoke, and savored the smell of people like a hope.

But the people are still very much there. Is it on the wind.
We've been walking since dawn. Right noware something like four in the afternoon. Someone looks at the sky, stretched eyes to where you hung the sun and says:
-They are like four in the afternoon.
That someone is Meliton. Along with him, weFaustino, Stephen and me. We are a party of four. I count them: two in front, two behind. I look behind and see no one. Then I say: "We are four." While, at about eleven o'clock, we were twenty, butlittle fist to have been scattering little fist until being nothing more than this lump us.
 Faustino says:
-Can it rain.
We all raised face and watched a heavy black cloud that hovers over ourheads. And we think, "Maybe."
We do not say what we think. Long since we ran out of like talking. We're out in the heat. One platicaría very comfortable elsewhere, but here is hard. One talk here andheated words in the mouth with the heat outside, and get dry one in the language until they finish with their breath. Here the way things are. So anyone talk given by.

A drop of water, big, fat,making a hole in the ground and leaving a cake like a spit. Falls alone. We expect to continue falling over and looking with eyes. But no more. It does not rain. Now if you look at the sky looks to thecloud aguacera squirts far away, in a hurry. The wind that comes from the people pushing it snuggles against the blue shadows of the hills. And to fall accidentally drop it eats away the earth and in...