Talpa
By Juan Rulfo
Natalia moved into the arms of his mother and wept long there with a crying softly. It was a cry for many days endured, kept until now we return to Zenzontla and saw his mother and began to feel eager to comfort.
However, before, between the work of many difficult days, when we had to bury to Tanilo in a well in the land of Talpa, without anyone to help us, when she and I both alone together our forces and we started to dig the grave digging lumps with our hands, giving us soon hurry to hide Tanilo into the well and not scaring anyone anymore to continue with the smell of death-filled air, then cried.
not then return, when we came walking at night without knowing the quiet, groping as if asleep, and stamping with steps that seemed shots over the grave of Tanilo. At that time, Natalia seemed to bring the heart hardened and pressed not to feel it bubbling inside her. But his eyes did not leave any tears.
came to mourn far, leaning against his mother, only to distressed and knew that he was suffering, bereaved of way at all, because I felt the tears of it inside me as if wringing the cloth of our sins.
Because the thing is that Santos Tanilo between Natalia and I killed him. What we Talpa to die. And he died. We knew we would not endure such a long way, but even so, we take pushing between the two, thinking to kill it forever. That did it.
The idea of \u200b\u200bgoing out of my brother Talpa Tanilo. He first came up with anyone. For years he was asking for a ride. For years. From that day dawned with purple blisters spread over the arms and legs. When the blisters then become sores will not go out where no blood and there was a yellow thing as gum copal that distilled water is thick. Since then, I remember very well that told us how much fear was not having no remedy. I wanted to go see the Virgin of Talpa, so that she cured her gaze with his wounds. Although I knew that Talpa was away and we would have to walk a lot under the sun of day and the cold March night, nevertheless wanted to go. The Virgin would give the remedy for relief of those things never dried. She could do this: wash the things, put everything back in again as a field recently rained. And there in front of her, would stop their evil, nothing would hurt him again and hurt more. So he thought.
And we hold that Natalie and I to take it. I had to accompany Tanilo because it was my brother. Natalia would go well, anyway, because it was his wife. He had help taking him by the arm, weighing it on the way and perhaps turn over their shoulders, as he dragged his hope.
I knew beforehand what was inside Natalia. He knew something of it. He knew, for example, her legs round, hard and hot like rocks in the midday sun, were alone for some time. I already knew that. We had been together many times, but always in the shadow of Tanilo separated us, we felt that they got their hands calloused among us and took Natalie to follow him care. And it would always while he was alive.
I know now that Natalie is sorry for what happened. And so am I, but that does not save us from remorse or give us no peace as ever. You may not reassuring to know that Tanilo would have died anyway because he was playing, and that nothing was going to Talpa served, so there, so far, it is almost certain that she had died there as here, or maybe little bit later here than there, because everything was mortified by the way, the more blood lost, and the courage and all, all those things together were what killed him sooner. The bad news is that Natalie and I took him to push, when he no longer wanted to go, when he felt it was useless to continue and asked us what we returned. A ground lug it got up to keep walking, saying that we could not go back.
"is now closer to Zenzontla Talpa." That we call him. But then Talpa was still far, beyond a few days.
What we wanted was to die. Not be amiss to say that that was what we wanted since before leaving Zenzontla and each of the nights we spent in the way of Talpa. It's something we can not understand now, but what we wanted then I remember very well.
I remember those nights. First we alumbrábamos with ocotes. After dark we let the fire ash and then Natalie and I looked for the shadow of something to hide from the light of heaven. So we arrimábamos to the solitude of the countryside, outside Tanilo eyes and disappeared into the night. And the loneliness that we pushed each other. I put her arms the body of Natasha and her choice that served him. I felt as if resting, he forgot many things and then left his body numb and plunged into a great relief.
always happened that the land on which we slept was hot. And the flesh of Natalia, the wife of my brother Tanilo, then warmed in the heat of the earth. After those two together burned hot and did so in a wake from sleep. Then my hands were behind her, came and went above and embers that it was her, first gently, but then clenched as if to squeeze the blood. So over and over again, night after night, until it was dawn and the cold wind blew out the light of our bodies. Natalia and I did that to one side of the path of Talpa, when we Tanilo to the Virgin relieve him.
Now everything has gone. Tanilo eased to live. You can no longer say anything work so great that he could scarcely live, having poisoned her body and filled with stagnant water inside of it out for every crack of your legs or arms. Some wounds this big, that opened slowly, very slowly, then let out a gush of air and spoiled thing that had us all scared.
But now he is dead the thing is otherwise. Now Natalie is crying for him, perhaps he see, from where all the great remorse that takes over your soul. She says she has felt Tanilo face these last days. That was all that served him for it, the face of Tanilo, always wet with sweat in the effort left him to endure the pain. He felt closer to her mouth, hiding her hair, asking, in a voice apenitas, to help him. He says he told her he had finally healed, they no longer bother him any pain. Now I can be with you, Natalia. Help me to be with you ", supposedly said that.
Talpa We'd just leave, leave him there buried it deep in that groove depth as we did for burial. Natalia
And forget me ever since. I know how before his eyes shone like moonlit puddles. Destained But suddenly, he wiped his eyes as if he had rolled on the ground. And did not seem to see nothing. All that existed for her was the Tanilo her, she had looked while he was alive and buried him when he had to die.
It took twenty days to find the real path of Talpa. Until then had been the three solos. From there we started to get together with people coming out of everywhere, that had led us in that way as width similar to current a river, which made us walk dragged, pushed around like if we take tied with strands of dust. Because the land was rising, with the bustle of people, a white powder as corn husks and turned up high to fall, but the feet when walking and they did it back up again, so all the time was that dust above and below us. And above this ground was the empty sky, no clouds, just dust, but dust does not provide any shade.
We had to wait for the night to rest from the sun and the way that white light.
Then the days were getting longer. Zenzontla we had left in mid-February, and now starting in March dawned soon. Barely closed our eyes at dusk, when we wake up the sun again the same sun that seemed to run out of a while ago.
never felt it was slower and violent life as a amontonadero walk among people, as if we were a hive of worms crammed under the sun, twisting between the closure of the dust enclosed us all in the same village and we bore the bay. The eyes were the polvarera; gave in the dust like stumble on something you could not pass. And the sky is always gray, as gray leaf spot and heavy crushed us all from above. Only sometimes, when we crossed a river, the powder was higher and clearer. Feverish plunge head and blackened in the green water, and for a moment all of us out blue smoke, like steam coming out of his mouth with the cold. But then disappeared again slightly mixed into the dust, covered some others from the sun that heat the sun shared among everyone.
night will come someday. In this thought. Night will come and we'll get to rest. Now it's across the day, running through it as heat and sun. Then we stop. Later. What we have to do for now is effort after effort to hurry along behind so many like us and ahead of many others. That's the point. Well to rest and good when we're dead.
In that Natalia and I thought and perhaps Tanilo, when we were on the road of Talpa, including the procession, trying to get the first up to the Virgin, before he ran out of miracles.
But Tanilo started getting meaner. There came a time when he no longer wanted to go. The flesh of his feet had burst and the blowdown that blood began to fall out. We take care of until it was good. But, nevertheless, did not want to follow:
"I'll be sitting here a day or two and then again Zenzontla me." That told us.
But Natalie and I did not want. There was something inside of us that would not let us feel no pity for any Tanilo. We wanted to get him to Talpa, because at that point, as it was, still had plenty of life. So while I rinsed the feet Natalia with liquor in order to deflate him, gave him encouragement. He said that only the Virgin of Talpa cure him. She was the only one who could do that he will get better forever. She just. Virgin had many, but only that of Talpa was good. That's what Natalie said. Tanilo
And then he began to mourn with tears that did groove between the sweat of your face and then he cursed himself for being bad. Natalia spirt wiped the tears with her shawl, and between her and I got up to walk the ground to another while longer, before nightfall.
Thus, tugs, was how we came with him to Talpa.
Already in recent days also we felt tired. Natalia and I felt that we would bend the body from more and more. It was as if something was apprehended and charged a heavy bundle on us. Tanilo more often we fall and we had to lift and sometimes carry on their shoulders. Maybe we were like that: with the body loose and full of lazy to walk. But people who were there with us made us walk faster.
At night, he calmed down runaway world. Shone scattered everywhere around the fires and the fire people prayed the rosary pilgrimage with his arms crossed, staring into the sky from Talpa. And he could hear the wind carried and brought this rumor, stirring, until it became a single bellow. Shortly after everything was still. At about midnight I could hear someone singing very far from us. Then he closed his eyes and waited sleepless dawn. We entered
Praise singing Talpa. We were out in mid-February and reached Talpa in the last days of March, when many people came back. Everything was because Tanilo got to do penance. As was surrounded by men carrying bunches of cactus and scapular hanging, he also thought to bring theirs. Dio feet tied to each other with the sleeves of his shirt so his steps became more desperate. Then wanted to wear a crown of thorns. Little bit then blindfolded, and later, in the last stretches of the road, knelt on the ground, and so, walking on the bones of their knees with hands folded back, Talpa reached that thing was my Tanilo brother Santos, that thing so full of poultices and dark thread of blood left in the air, in passing, a sour smell like dead animal.
And at least we agree it stuck between the dances. Just when we realized and I was there with the long rattle, giving hard blows on the ground with their feet bruised and barefoot. All seemed angry, as if shaking the courage he had with him a long time, or as if making a last effort to get to live a little longer.
Perhaps seeing the dances he remembered when he went every year to Toliman, the novena of the Lord, and danced the night away until your bones are loosened, but without getting tired. Maybe that was agreed and wanted revive its former strength.
Natalia and I saw it and for a moment. Then we saw him raise his arms and whip her body into the ground, the rattle still ringing in his hands spattered with blood. We took it in tow, hoping to defend the stomping of the dancers, from the fury of those feet that rolled over the rocks and jumped crushing the earth without knowing that something had fallen in their midst.
On the back, as if crippled, entered him in the church. Natalia I knelt beside her, enfrentito of golden figurine that was the Virgin of Talpa. And Tanilo began to pray and let fall a tear is large, deep inside out, turning off Natalia candle had placed in his hands. But he did not realize this, the luminary candles lit so that there was cut off that thing with which one is known to account for what happens next to one. Continued praying with a candle off. Praying loudly to hear that said.
But not earned. He died anyway.
"... Our hearts go out for a prayer as she wrapped in pain. Many regrets riots with hope. Not deafen his tenderness and to the cries and tears, as she suffers with us. She knows how to erase that stain, and let the heart becomes soft and pure to receive His mercy and charity. The Virgin ours our mother who wants no part of our sins, which are blamed for our sins, which would bring in their arms so they do not hurt us life, is here with us, relieves fatigue and heart disease and our body ahuatado, wounded and pleading. She knows that every day our faith is better because it is made sacrifices ... "
That said, the priest from the pulpit up there. And after he stopped talking, let people praying all at once, with a noise like that of many wasps frightened by the smoke.
But Tanilo and did not hear what he had said the priest. It had been quiet, with his head leaning on his knees. And when Natalie moved him to get up he was dead. Outside
heard the sound of dancing drums and shawm, the ringing of bells. And that was when he gave me grief. See so many living things, see the Virgin Mary there in front of us simply giving your smile and see the other side Tanilo as if it were a nuisance. I was sad.
But we take you there for him to die, that's what I do not forget.
Now we're both in Zenzontla. We have become without him. And Natalia's mother has not asked me anything, or that I did with my brother Tanilo or anything. Natalia has been to mourn over his shoulders and told him that way everything happened.
And I start to feel as if we had not gotten anywhere, we're here in passing, to rest, and then continue walking. I do not know where, but we must continue, because here we are about regret and the memory of Tanilo.
might even start to fear us each other. That thing of not saying anything since we left Talpa may want to say that. Maybe we both have very close Tanilo body, lying on the mat rolled up, filled inside and outside a swarm of blue flies that buzzed like a great hum out of his mouth, the mouth that could not be closed despite the efforts of Nancy and myself, and that seemed to breathe even without finding breath. From that Tanilo whom nothing was hurting, but he was as sore, hands and feet engarruñados and eyes wide open looking at his own death. And here and there all his wounds dripping a yellow water, full of the smell that spilled all over and felt in the mouth, as if he were sipping a thick, bitter honey melting in the blood of one each breath.
It maybe that what we agree here more often: the one Tanilo that we buried in the cemetery of Talpa that Natalia and I threw up dirt and rocks for they were not digging up the mountain animals.
However, before, between the work of many difficult days, when we had to bury to Tanilo in a well in the land of Talpa, without anyone to help us, when she and I both alone together our forces and we started to dig the grave digging lumps with our hands, giving us soon hurry to hide Tanilo into the well and not scaring anyone anymore to continue with the smell of death-filled air, then cried.
not then return, when we came walking at night without knowing the quiet, groping as if asleep, and stamping with steps that seemed shots over the grave of Tanilo. At that time, Natalia seemed to bring the heart hardened and pressed not to feel it bubbling inside her. But his eyes did not leave any tears.
came to mourn far, leaning against his mother, only to distressed and knew that he was suffering, bereaved of way at all, because I felt the tears of it inside me as if wringing the cloth of our sins.
Because the thing is that Santos Tanilo between Natalia and I killed him. What we Talpa to die. And he died. We knew we would not endure such a long way, but even so, we take pushing between the two, thinking to kill it forever. That did it.
The idea of \u200b\u200bgoing out of my brother Talpa Tanilo. He first came up with anyone. For years he was asking for a ride. For years. From that day dawned with purple blisters spread over the arms and legs. When the blisters then become sores will not go out where no blood and there was a yellow thing as gum copal that distilled water is thick. Since then, I remember very well that told us how much fear was not having no remedy. I wanted to go see the Virgin of Talpa, so that she cured her gaze with his wounds. Although I knew that Talpa was away and we would have to walk a lot under the sun of day and the cold March night, nevertheless wanted to go. The Virgin would give the remedy for relief of those things never dried. She could do this: wash the things, put everything back in again as a field recently rained. And there in front of her, would stop their evil, nothing would hurt him again and hurt more. So he thought.
And we hold that Natalie and I to take it. I had to accompany Tanilo because it was my brother. Natalia would go well, anyway, because it was his wife. He had help taking him by the arm, weighing it on the way and perhaps turn over their shoulders, as he dragged his hope.
I knew beforehand what was inside Natalia. He knew something of it. He knew, for example, her legs round, hard and hot like rocks in the midday sun, were alone for some time. I already knew that. We had been together many times, but always in the shadow of Tanilo separated us, we felt that they got their hands calloused among us and took Natalie to follow him care. And it would always while he was alive.
I know now that Natalie is sorry for what happened. And so am I, but that does not save us from remorse or give us no peace as ever. You may not reassuring to know that Tanilo would have died anyway because he was playing, and that nothing was going to Talpa served, so there, so far, it is almost certain that she had died there as here, or maybe little bit later here than there, because everything was mortified by the way, the more blood lost, and the courage and all, all those things together were what killed him sooner. The bad news is that Natalie and I took him to push, when he no longer wanted to go, when he felt it was useless to continue and asked us what we returned. A ground lug it got up to keep walking, saying that we could not go back.
"is now closer to Zenzontla Talpa." That we call him. But then Talpa was still far, beyond a few days.
What we wanted was to die. Not be amiss to say that that was what we wanted since before leaving Zenzontla and each of the nights we spent in the way of Talpa. It's something we can not understand now, but what we wanted then I remember very well.
I remember those nights. First we alumbrábamos with ocotes. After dark we let the fire ash and then Natalie and I looked for the shadow of something to hide from the light of heaven. So we arrimábamos to the solitude of the countryside, outside Tanilo eyes and disappeared into the night. And the loneliness that we pushed each other. I put her arms the body of Natasha and her choice that served him. I felt as if resting, he forgot many things and then left his body numb and plunged into a great relief.
always happened that the land on which we slept was hot. And the flesh of Natalia, the wife of my brother Tanilo, then warmed in the heat of the earth. After those two together burned hot and did so in a wake from sleep. Then my hands were behind her, came and went above and embers that it was her, first gently, but then clenched as if to squeeze the blood. So over and over again, night after night, until it was dawn and the cold wind blew out the light of our bodies. Natalia and I did that to one side of the path of Talpa, when we Tanilo to the Virgin relieve him.
Now everything has gone. Tanilo eased to live. You can no longer say anything work so great that he could scarcely live, having poisoned her body and filled with stagnant water inside of it out for every crack of your legs or arms. Some wounds this big, that opened slowly, very slowly, then let out a gush of air and spoiled thing that had us all scared.
But now he is dead the thing is otherwise. Now Natalie is crying for him, perhaps he see, from where all the great remorse that takes over your soul. She says she has felt Tanilo face these last days. That was all that served him for it, the face of Tanilo, always wet with sweat in the effort left him to endure the pain. He felt closer to her mouth, hiding her hair, asking, in a voice apenitas, to help him. He says he told her he had finally healed, they no longer bother him any pain. Now I can be with you, Natalia. Help me to be with you ", supposedly said that.
Talpa We'd just leave, leave him there buried it deep in that groove depth as we did for burial. Natalia
And forget me ever since. I know how before his eyes shone like moonlit puddles. Destained But suddenly, he wiped his eyes as if he had rolled on the ground. And did not seem to see nothing. All that existed for her was the Tanilo her, she had looked while he was alive and buried him when he had to die.
It took twenty days to find the real path of Talpa. Until then had been the three solos. From there we started to get together with people coming out of everywhere, that had led us in that way as width similar to current a river, which made us walk dragged, pushed around like if we take tied with strands of dust. Because the land was rising, with the bustle of people, a white powder as corn husks and turned up high to fall, but the feet when walking and they did it back up again, so all the time was that dust above and below us. And above this ground was the empty sky, no clouds, just dust, but dust does not provide any shade.
We had to wait for the night to rest from the sun and the way that white light.
Then the days were getting longer. Zenzontla we had left in mid-February, and now starting in March dawned soon. Barely closed our eyes at dusk, when we wake up the sun again the same sun that seemed to run out of a while ago.
never felt it was slower and violent life as a amontonadero walk among people, as if we were a hive of worms crammed under the sun, twisting between the closure of the dust enclosed us all in the same village and we bore the bay. The eyes were the polvarera; gave in the dust like stumble on something you could not pass. And the sky is always gray, as gray leaf spot and heavy crushed us all from above. Only sometimes, when we crossed a river, the powder was higher and clearer. Feverish plunge head and blackened in the green water, and for a moment all of us out blue smoke, like steam coming out of his mouth with the cold. But then disappeared again slightly mixed into the dust, covered some others from the sun that heat the sun shared among everyone.
night will come someday. In this thought. Night will come and we'll get to rest. Now it's across the day, running through it as heat and sun. Then we stop. Later. What we have to do for now is effort after effort to hurry along behind so many like us and ahead of many others. That's the point. Well to rest and good when we're dead.
In that Natalia and I thought and perhaps Tanilo, when we were on the road of Talpa, including the procession, trying to get the first up to the Virgin, before he ran out of miracles.
But Tanilo started getting meaner. There came a time when he no longer wanted to go. The flesh of his feet had burst and the blowdown that blood began to fall out. We take care of until it was good. But, nevertheless, did not want to follow:
"I'll be sitting here a day or two and then again Zenzontla me." That told us.
But Natalie and I did not want. There was something inside of us that would not let us feel no pity for any Tanilo. We wanted to get him to Talpa, because at that point, as it was, still had plenty of life. So while I rinsed the feet Natalia with liquor in order to deflate him, gave him encouragement. He said that only the Virgin of Talpa cure him. She was the only one who could do that he will get better forever. She just. Virgin had many, but only that of Talpa was good. That's what Natalie said. Tanilo
And then he began to mourn with tears that did groove between the sweat of your face and then he cursed himself for being bad. Natalia spirt wiped the tears with her shawl, and between her and I got up to walk the ground to another while longer, before nightfall.
Thus, tugs, was how we came with him to Talpa.
Already in recent days also we felt tired. Natalia and I felt that we would bend the body from more and more. It was as if something was apprehended and charged a heavy bundle on us. Tanilo more often we fall and we had to lift and sometimes carry on their shoulders. Maybe we were like that: with the body loose and full of lazy to walk. But people who were there with us made us walk faster.
At night, he calmed down runaway world. Shone scattered everywhere around the fires and the fire people prayed the rosary pilgrimage with his arms crossed, staring into the sky from Talpa. And he could hear the wind carried and brought this rumor, stirring, until it became a single bellow. Shortly after everything was still. At about midnight I could hear someone singing very far from us. Then he closed his eyes and waited sleepless dawn. We entered
Praise singing Talpa. We were out in mid-February and reached Talpa in the last days of March, when many people came back. Everything was because Tanilo got to do penance. As was surrounded by men carrying bunches of cactus and scapular hanging, he also thought to bring theirs. Dio feet tied to each other with the sleeves of his shirt so his steps became more desperate. Then wanted to wear a crown of thorns. Little bit then blindfolded, and later, in the last stretches of the road, knelt on the ground, and so, walking on the bones of their knees with hands folded back, Talpa reached that thing was my Tanilo brother Santos, that thing so full of poultices and dark thread of blood left in the air, in passing, a sour smell like dead animal.
And at least we agree it stuck between the dances. Just when we realized and I was there with the long rattle, giving hard blows on the ground with their feet bruised and barefoot. All seemed angry, as if shaking the courage he had with him a long time, or as if making a last effort to get to live a little longer.
Perhaps seeing the dances he remembered when he went every year to Toliman, the novena of the Lord, and danced the night away until your bones are loosened, but without getting tired. Maybe that was agreed and wanted revive its former strength.
Natalia and I saw it and for a moment. Then we saw him raise his arms and whip her body into the ground, the rattle still ringing in his hands spattered with blood. We took it in tow, hoping to defend the stomping of the dancers, from the fury of those feet that rolled over the rocks and jumped crushing the earth without knowing that something had fallen in their midst.
On the back, as if crippled, entered him in the church. Natalia I knelt beside her, enfrentito of golden figurine that was the Virgin of Talpa. And Tanilo began to pray and let fall a tear is large, deep inside out, turning off Natalia candle had placed in his hands. But he did not realize this, the luminary candles lit so that there was cut off that thing with which one is known to account for what happens next to one. Continued praying with a candle off. Praying loudly to hear that said.
But not earned. He died anyway.
"... Our hearts go out for a prayer as she wrapped in pain. Many regrets riots with hope. Not deafen his tenderness and to the cries and tears, as she suffers with us. She knows how to erase that stain, and let the heart becomes soft and pure to receive His mercy and charity. The Virgin ours our mother who wants no part of our sins, which are blamed for our sins, which would bring in their arms so they do not hurt us life, is here with us, relieves fatigue and heart disease and our body ahuatado, wounded and pleading. She knows that every day our faith is better because it is made sacrifices ... "
That said, the priest from the pulpit up there. And after he stopped talking, let people praying all at once, with a noise like that of many wasps frightened by the smoke.
But Tanilo and did not hear what he had said the priest. It had been quiet, with his head leaning on his knees. And when Natalie moved him to get up he was dead. Outside
heard the sound of dancing drums and shawm, the ringing of bells. And that was when he gave me grief. See so many living things, see the Virgin Mary there in front of us simply giving your smile and see the other side Tanilo as if it were a nuisance. I was sad.
But we take you there for him to die, that's what I do not forget.
Now we're both in Zenzontla. We have become without him. And Natalia's mother has not asked me anything, or that I did with my brother Tanilo or anything. Natalia has been to mourn over his shoulders and told him that way everything happened.
And I start to feel as if we had not gotten anywhere, we're here in passing, to rest, and then continue walking. I do not know where, but we must continue, because here we are about regret and the memory of Tanilo.
might even start to fear us each other. That thing of not saying anything since we left Talpa may want to say that. Maybe we both have very close Tanilo body, lying on the mat rolled up, filled inside and outside a swarm of blue flies that buzzed like a great hum out of his mouth, the mouth that could not be closed despite the efforts of Nancy and myself, and that seemed to breathe even without finding breath. From that Tanilo whom nothing was hurting, but he was as sore, hands and feet engarruñados and eyes wide open looking at his own death. And here and there all his wounds dripping a yellow water, full of the smell that spilled all over and felt in the mouth, as if he were sipping a thick, bitter honey melting in the blood of one each breath.
It maybe that what we agree here more often: the one Tanilo that we buried in the cemetery of Talpa that Natalia and I threw up dirt and rocks for they were not digging up the mountain animals.
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