Licenciada En Relaciones Exteriores

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 this shoreless 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 dogs barking and feel in the airthe 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 now is 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, we Faustino, Stephen and me. Weare 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, but little 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 our heads. And we think, "Maybe so."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 and heated 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 andleaving 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 the cloud 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 their thirst.
Who the hell wouldthis plain so great? What good, eh?
We're back to walking. We had stopped to see rain. It rained. Now we return to walking. And I happen to have walked more than we walked. It occurs to me that. Had it rained maybe other things occur to me. But I know that since I was a boy, I saw the rain never flat, which is called rain. No, the plain is not something that works. There are no birds or rabbits.Nothing. Unless huizaches few trespeleques and the occasional speck of grass with leaves curled, unless that, nothing. And here we go. The four walk. Before we were riding and we brought a carbine slung. Now not even bring the rifle.
I've always thought about it to take away the rifle did well. Over here it is dangerous to carry a gun. I kill you without warning, seeing it all the timewith "The 30" tied to the straps. But horses are another matter. Come on horseback and we tried the green water of the river, and our stomachs paraded through the streets of the town so that they come down the food. Since we had done to have had those horses. But it also took away the horses along with the rifle.
Turn to look everywhere and the plain. So many and so great land for nothing. Youslip one's eyes to not find anything to stop them. Only a few lizards come out to stick his head above her holes, and then you feel the sun tatema run for cover in the small shadow of a stone. But we, when we have to work here, what we do to cool down the sun, eh? Because we got this tapetate crust so that we planted.
They said:
-From the people over here is yours.
We ask:
- Does the Llano?
-Yes, the plain. All the Llano Grande.
We stopped the snout to say that the plain not wanted. We wanted what was by the river. River, there, and Las Vegas, where those trees and casuarinas called paraneras and good soil. Not this tough hide of cow called Llano.
But let us say our stuff. The delegate did not come to talk to us. We put the papers in his hand and said:
-Will not be scared by much...