The Clis of Sol right cleaning the floor, she wiped with the back of her jacket and

she wiped with the back of her jacket and began

his explanation in these terms:
Manuel González Zeledón, "Magón" (1864-1936) Do you know what time it was in March three years ago when there was a solar eclipse in which
Costa Rican writer the sun darkened in the whole middle; well, about twenty days then
Before, Lina, my wife, went out with those little girls.
It's not a tale, it's a story that flows from my pen as it has been sprouting from Since then, he became so anxious that it was
the lips of Mr. Cornelio Cacheda, who is a good friend of many like cajeta: there was no way to stop her, she would come out of the house day and night, always
I have because of those fields of God. It was referred to me five months ago, and so much I looking up at the sky; he went to the yard, to the ravine, to the small thicket of the fence, and
It surprised me the wonder that I judge a criminal act for not communicating it to always with that whim and that evil that had no rest or more
Let the wise and the observers study the case with the attention that medicine that leaves her pleased. She had always been very picky about everything.
is deserved. I could perhaps engage in a serious analysis of the matter, but I the births.
I reserve it for when I have heard my readers' opinions. So, let's go. Look, when the eldest was born it was the same; with that one night he woke me up.
monday and lira, the well-known marvel. Late at night and made me go look for him, damn it, tell him, man.
Mr. Cornelio came to see me and brought with him a couple of two-and-a-half-year-old girls. The worst part was that the creature was going to be born with its mouth open. I brought the nuts;
of age, born from a single 'litter' as he says, called María in later cravings, but I never saw her so anxious as
of Dolores and María del Pilar, both blonde like an ear of wheat, white and with these little ones. Well, you will see, as I was telling you, he took her to see pal
pink like ripe peach and beautiful as if they were "images", according to the sky day and night and the day of the solar eclipse, when I was in the underbrush of
Mr. Cornelio's expression. The childlike beauty of the twins contrasted with I look for where good morning. "To not bore him with the story, this continued until
the sincere incorrectness of the physiognomic features of Mr. Cornelio, ugly if they are that these girls were born. I won't deny that it was a struggle for me.
hey, dark-skinned, rough, even to the dirt under the nails and the cracked up the candles so cinnamon and so cats, but since then it seems that
heels. Naturally, I immediately thought to ask him about the parent They would have brought the blessing of God. The teacher cares for them and cooks for them.
happy for that pair of loudmouthed ones. The old man shouted with pride, twisted his face clothes, the politician gives them his five, the priest asks me for them to stop them with skirts
from the striped pejibaye, he wiped the drool with the back of his furry hand and of pure linens and lace on the altar for Corpus, and for the days of Holy Week
he/she replied: Saints are taken out in the procession close to the Nazarene and the Holy Tomb,
Well, I am the grandfather, even if it's ugly to say so! They don't look like me, but it is On Christmas Eve, they dress them in very beautiful clothes and place them in the manger.
that the mom is not so bad, and for the great power of my God there is nothing. along with the Three Divine Ones. And all the costs are covered by the maintainers,
impossible! and they always get their half shield, good their papel de a peso, good another good
But tell me, Mr. Cornelio, is your wife blonde, or was one of the grandparents? royalty.
just like the little ones? Blessed be my God who takes them out to serve him from such an ugly father as
No, sir; in the whole family, there has not been any cat or cinnamon; we have all... Yo...! Lina until she's exhausted with her little ones, and where she can endure that
I am the leader. do not praise them. He has already had his good fights with tanned ones from
And so, how do you explain that the girls were born with that? neighborhood by the wicked cats.
hair and those colors? I interrupted Mr. Cornelio, fearing that the panegyric would never end, and I
The old man let out a thunderous laugh, wiped himself, and shot me a look of I made it return to the abandoned lane.
sovereign disdain. —Well, but idiot?
What are you laughing at, Mr. Cornelio? What? Don’t you see that I went to see the mom of the sun’s rays for the...
Well, should I not laugh, Mr. Magón, when I see that a poor ignorant What are canelas? Didn't you know that?
how I, a simple peasant, know more than a man like you does I didn't know that, and I'm surprised that you guessed it without having.
they say it is so well known, so read, and that it even makes laws where the president no instruction.
with the ministers? —Why deceive him, Mr. Magón? I was not the one who figured out the busiles. Were you?
Let's see, explain that to me. Do you know an Italian master who built the church tower of the village? A
Hour will see what plays. cat man, reddish hair, very white and very solid who eats at home
Nor Cornelio took a good piece of sobado out of the saddlebags and gave a piece to since four years ago?
each girl leaned against a stool, on which she let herself fall satisfied with her No, Mr. Cornelio.
next triumph, he blew his nose loudly, covering each one of —Well he was the one who explained the thing about the G clef to me.
the windows with the respective index, scrubbed with the sole of the shoe