I? Shall I desecrate the last day of the year with political musings? Far from me such a reckless idea! I put aside the plectrum with which I pluck vibrant notes from the national lyre; I take off the tall bustiers that I wear to analyze republican life and I take off my magister’s gown with which I give authority to my daily opinions, which have no other value than being unquestionable, irrefutable, unquestionable, impeccable and incontrovertible. I don’t think I’ll alter the destiny of the Homeland if I don’t give it my daily guidance today.
Allow me, then, to exalt this futile little section today with only one brief succession of short stories, some of whom may perhaps deserve the honor of being part of the joy that I wish my four readers this day, and of their pleasant conversation at dinner New Year… The teacher admonished Pepito. “-If you keep behaving badly, you’ll take home a bad grade. Do you know what a bad grade is?” “Yes,” the child answered confidently. “She is the mother of the malanitos.”
Jactancio P. Tulante’s wife was going to travel to France. “-You bring me a French girl” -the fatuous guy of hers says to her when saying goodbye to her at the airport. When she returned, the lady asked her Boasting with her false facet smile: “Did you bring me the Frenchie?” “-I suspect that here I bring something already -the lady answers, pointing to her belly-. The problem is that I don’t know if it will be French or French”. Lorenzo Rafail and María Candelaria met on the road. “-Shall I accompany you, María Candelaria?” asks Lorenzo Rafail shyly. “-No, look what! -the girl gets angry-. Then you’re going to want to hug me!”. He says to her: “Don’t you see that I’m carrying a chicken and dragging a goat, and that I also carry a talache and a bucket? So, with my hands full, how could I hug you?” “-Yes, look what! -replies María Candelaria-. You stick the talache in the ground; in it you tie the goat; then you put the hen under the bucket and hug me. A little bit, right?”…
Cuitlazintli, a young Indian of worthy age, was on the eve of marrying Petlazulca, a very good-looking Indian. The boy went to town on market day and saw a cloth that he liked to make a loincloth with. He asked the dealer to sell him half a meter, enough for him to make the garment, but the man told him that the fabric was only sold by the meter. Thus, badly of his degree, the young man had to buy the full meter. Back at his house, she cut the cloth into two parts: with one she made her loincloth and saved the other part to make another one and wear it for the first time on his wedding day. Very proud he came out wearing that brand new cover, and he went to show his girlfriend his loincloth.
He found her on the outskirts of the place washing clothes in the clear current of a stream. He ran towards her at full speed, but in his haste he did not realize that his loincloth got stuck in the thorny branch of a bramble, so that the unfortunate man arrived with his girlfriend without anything to cover what they consumed. morality and civility demand that it be covered. “-Look what I have, Petlazulca” -he tells the girl with great pride. She, on her knees on the sink, turns around and sees what her maiden eyes had never seen.
Disturbed, he looks away and fixes it again on the stone where he was washing. “-What a look, li digu!” he repeats imperatively. She, confused and blushing, obeys the order and looks askance. Cuitlazintli, thinking about the quality and color of the cloth with which he had made his loincloth, asks his girlfriend: “Do you like it?” “-Yes” -she answers very shyly. She then tells the boy: “-And I’m half a meter taller, for the day we get married”… END.
LOOKOUT
By Armando SOURCES AGUIRRE.
END OF THE YEAR PRAYER
Thank you Lord for all my tomorrows
made of light, and birds, and wind.
For the star without number and without owner
What did you do for me to look at her?
By the blue waist of the girls,
and by the white forehead of the old,
and for the dream that sometimes I dream,
and for my body thank you, and for my soul.
You have given me so much, that I am so little.
You even gave yourself, snow in the mud…
What for you, Lord, do you leave nothing?
Thank you, then, for my world, crazy child.
And thank you for my life. And above all,
Thank you because I have learned to say: Thank you.
See you tomorrow!…
MANGANITAS
By AFA.
“… Today is the last day of the year…”.
In a very serene mood,
and waiting for a better one,
a certain gentleman said:
-It is the last? Excellent!
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