biweekly for the first this new stage of Quipu , there were six dozen texts by young authors (not all came to be reviewed, many of them will join fifty other texts arrived in the last two weeks). The jury in charge of this first selection were Javier Ernesto Garvich and Carlin, who was elected by common agreement the two stories submitted by July Meza, stressing especially one of them, " tree." July Meza (Lima) has twenty years, is a graduate lawyer PUCP now available to study literature at the same university. He has published a book of short stories, Three turns deadly , published by Gabriel Rimachi Casatomada directing. Runs a blog critical of rock called Catch the Light ( http://www.atrapalaluz.blogspot.com/ ). Tree East of a sky of white clouds, the sun was rising morning with his characteristic force (like a man of light that stretches exhibiting a bulging belly) and, with his natural strength, threw its yellow rays that produce iridescence on the rocks of towering mountains. Several feet below, in the village, the red tiles and bright windows of the facades for the emergence of the morning, and these blazes were small rare constellations that were visible from the distance. In the plaza, the cathedral cast a long shadow, which increased in size to cross the road, enter the center and cool the wooden bench that was home to a beggar. A block away, on the street leading to the river's calm waters, were the homes of wealthy people, and, as result, the most caring and pleasant throughout the valley. One of those buildings, which was located on a busy corner, it was the Lord, an elderly man, but with a body so hard that gave the idea for years, rather than affect, had given a fiber invincible. Outside his front door where he received visits from their peers, the result stood for decades had been completed at that place: a tree with deep roots, trunk, thick and firm, and branches and leaves of a great abundance.
- Time it takes this beast! "Said the gentleman, coming to the village to find the gardener.
One hundred meters, the gardener was walking slowly, as if thinking with patience before each step. On his back bent, and a raffia bag, carrying his tools, some clothes and a bottle with gasoline. "But how rich, he thought, after feeling the heat from the environment in your body, and began to whistle. The melody flowed from his lips was apparently gay, but had an undercurrent that makes her sad and, at times, to dramatically sad. For try as (put a finger in your mouth and your teeth), could not avoid the dark air their music. "It seems that inside me sends a bad signal," he pondered, and yet he continued blowing pace.
After passing through an intersection, he saw the man, who exhibited a face of exasperation, and recently advanced very rapidly, then realized that was late. "Wow, this man is bitter, I think," he thought.
already ahead of his boss, dropped his stuff and greeted with a genuine love - Señorcito, good morning. How are you today?
"To you that you care how I am," replied the man, aggressively. You should receive half an hour ago.
"Yes," said the gardener señorcito, lowering his head. But no bother. At the end of the day I arrived, right? ... Tell me, what I'm good?
"First, show up early next, said the man, because otherwise I will not give any order, and, relaxing his bad temper, said the tree. Well, you see that?
"Yes.
"I want you do fall.
"But ..." said the gardener, looking at the tree for a moment that is healthy and strong. Why do you want it down?
- To you my reasons why you are interested! "Mr. turned to rage. Just cut it!
"As you wish, then, sent the outfielder accepted -. I will as soon as possible.
"Wait," added the man, scratching his head. If I tell you, maybe work harder.
"See, señorcito.
"Look, it happens that my wife is very ill," explained the master. She thinks she will die. But consider that this will not happen to sing a bird of ill omen. And the only place where you can place the animal is in that tree. Therefore, while there is no such plant scrubbed, no bird will listen.
"I understand," said the gardener señorcito respectfully.
"Well, now I'm going," concluded Mr.. You already know your work.
While withdrawing the master, the gardener stood in front of the tree and watched him carefully, under the strong sun, had a stately and high, like someone important. "Besides, he thought," seems hard and stubborn spirit, like a matron of those. " Immediately, the gardener is deterred and contracted the body to couple the jaw with her chest. Your meditation will indicated that should show respect, it was not dealing with a peer. But after a few seconds when he realized he was facing a tree, completely straightened, placed in a position to fight, and said defiantly: "I do not expire or her bearing of Lord or anything ... And finally, I will not let him hurt the lady!
From the perspective of the gardener, the tree seemed to respond to his words, stirred slightly, as if he were laughing at his threat. ***
-end has come, Mr. Tree, the gardener is encouraged, lifting the pruning shears. Now you know my job.
With a meticulous artist, and their step charts, began cutting the smaller branches. For someone not advised, it seemed to be doing a hairdressing job, but exude the trades required by plants. After several minutes, when he finished his task, leaving the tree only with heavy branching, took the machete and, with blows, finally pulling down those arms brown and tortuous. And his face and chest stained ground, fell to the ground and proceeded to get ready for the hardest job: to break the trunk. Wielding the ax with both hands, cut down time and again, pausing at times to wipe his forehead, or drinking water a glass bottle. Half an hour later, when he was about to complete (only missing three or four axes), grabbed the rope and with great precision, wrapped to the side of the trunk. Then pulled with power, until, after shouting "down care!" Up the tree fell, plunging to its integrity.
"I told you would kill you," cried the gardener, drawing half smile. Now therefore, I see the Lord.
Meanwhile, the sun continued to rule with a vengeance, throwing its rays as if giving his blessing to all existing beings. In response, the flowers opened their petals, colors, inviting you to fall inside a little bit of golden energy scattered in the countryside and animals, with a joy expressing ecstasy, played by moving from one place to another and producing a dissonant noise but happy. Beyond that, however, a set of clouds dawns, which gradually became a ghostly gray, like ghosts lurked, and expanded its shadow tense for some rough areas. In turn, the wind, which seemed to annoy the light of day, exhaled to the east, sometimes gently, sometimes with heartbreaking power, and slowly moved to the white flakes from the sky to meet the sun.
Moving without haste, the gardener came the house and knocked on the door. Immediately, the Lord appeared and asked what he wanted.
"I've done," said the gardener señorcito, cheerfully. You can tell your lady to be calm. Nothing will happen.
"Hey, but you're gross? "Mr. and bothered, stretching a finger, he said. The tree is still there!
- What? He impressed the gardener, turning. But if some time ago ...
- Do your homework, so lazy! "Said the master, and threw the door.
Thunderstruck, the gardener to the tree rolled his eyes blazing with anger, this was with the trunk intact, without any broken branches and leaves with his shock of a life full of arrogant.
"I'm not going to do," broke the gardener, angrily. I do not going to do! ***
At altitude, the wind had blown a liberating force, pushed the clouds over several kilometers and, having achieved its initial purpose, dark environment so that everything was stained an ash color. Clouds, with their bulky nature and black now, they issued incessant lightning caused the sensation of a sudden, they would definitely explode. The sun, which could be seen only as a glow and some of bright lances, dying without a fight and static, as if it had been enough his brief reign.
-With yes, no? "Said the gardener, exuding bitterness.
With swift movements, took off his jacket and polo, and tied a leather belt around his waist. Without waiting a moment, took his ax and furiously, hit the tree at its base. He repeated this act several times, without rest or to take a breath, until he managed to leave the center open the trunk. "It will collapse," thought the gardener, turning the tree. "A good or bad." Continued to rage ever stronger, as if in a fit of insanity, homicidal stab wounds were inflicted on a victim who is about to be slain. After one minute, with their surroundings filled with wood chips, the tree began to lean to the left. Leaving the previously used rope to one side, threw terrible kicking against the bark peeling, and grinding frighteningly, the tree collapsed.
- I told him I could not me! He praised the gardener. I told you!
To leave no doubt of his achievement, followed by chopping the fallen tree struck. With the face and back wet with sweat hot, hard given the branches, almost without distinguishing those that were small from those of larger size. In fifteen minutes, and displaying calloused fingers, his feet had a huge green and brown mound. Then seizes another instrument (a saw), and continued with the bare trunk. Unmoved by the sap that spilled like blood, the body lying wounded gradually, to get the first slice of wood. Forty-five minutes later, there was no trunk, but a round dozen pieces. "Here it does not stop," he told the tree, mentally, while panting from exhaustion. "Only the good has begun." With the ax, and the latest energy spending and the copies, destroyed the above parts and, as if to light a fire, wood accumulated in large quantities.
- Who is the Lord, then? "Said the gardener, completely tired, but proud. Now tell me who is the lord!
-Who are you talking about, crazy shit, "cried the man, from inside your home.
outfielder turned and went to the man with a triumphant tone, he said: - I finished! Come and see how it looks!
The Lord opened the door and fell silent, as if thinking the most poignant answer an insult.
- tare! "Cried at last, and added, his eyes blazing: - But if there is the tree! Perhaps trying to make fun of me!
Thunderstruck, the gardener turned his head back and, with trembling joints, he found the whole tree, as well as I had seen on arrival.
- Hell, finished a good time or you will not want more for your services! "Said the lord, and went knocking on the door.
fielder, pulling the tresses, shouted: - No way! No way! Do not let him win! No! ***
Exploiting an aggressive frenzy that sick head, the gardener did not reflect a moment just got carried away by the mere push start, and began to soak the tree with the gasoline he had in a bottle. Mojo the most exposed, from the visible areas of the roots to the trunk and branches intertwined trailed. As his pulse was wild (not stand the irritation that caused him to have been beaten twice by the tree), stained the floor and their feet shod in sandals. Finally, soaked a cloth and carried by a desire pyromaniac, lit with a match and threw it to the tree. This went up like a giant torch crackled incessantly, spewing thick black smoke.
- I beat him! Snapped joy the gardener. Now I beat him! -And laughed with laughter alienated: "Ja, ja, ja! Ju, ju, ju!
The sun had completely disappeared without leaving even a modest sign of his presence. The clouds, which were the new rulers of the sky, wore a deep black and in addition to burst into deafening spasms of light, like rays cast vengeful witch. The wind, losing coordination, blowing at close range, interspersed in disarray and lacking a clear sense. Of a sudden, we heard a roar louder than all the above, and for a moment, he lived an atmosphere paralyzed, as if time had detained in a photograph.
And with violence, it rained.
- No! Cried the gardener. No release of this!
flames tree, which had grown significantly, began to fade, and smoke erupted in coils like a snake delighted to your basket. The gardener, without waiting for a second, and clumsy movements by despair, threw more gasoline, and they happen to be soaked chest and legs. I will not hand
win! No! He yelled, and no reason relaunched laughter: "Ha, ha, ha! Ju, ju, ju!
Then, on fire. The tree was engulfed in flames, but not with the same vigor as before. With eyes wide, the gardener began to whistle, as he did earlier in the day. But now, with his music, also danced, leaving long tracks in the mud. His tune was exalted, and referred to a supreme triumph and a spiritual joy. It was a carnival party own melody, it was composed of parts joyful and a lustful mood. But, deep down, had a mournful air, which indicated the melancholy that produces the proximity of death. As the announcement sounded lively and resigned from someone who, despite his superhuman efforts, will perish.
fielder's head down mechanically and without surprisingly, found to have the boot of his pants on. And without wisdom, bathed with the remainder of gasoline, whereas larger Expedia howls: - Ja, ja, ja! Ju, ju, ju!
And, with the body on fire to bonzo, shouted: "So you will die! He will die!
and ran to hug the trunk of the tree, fire and fire together and, to be consumed, not faded. ***
was not long (two to three hours) so that clouds will wear in liquid trance, then evacuated as water is consumed as bodies affected by famine. At one point, disappeared from the horizon, and presented with a renewed aura, who ruled at the outset: the sun. This, sending its brilliant light, gave new life to the atmosphere that was warm and welcoming as a mother. The wind, meanwhile, completely relaxed, and only made itself felt by way of a cool breeze that relaxes the face and subtly moves things tame.
The Lord left his home and found a frightening scene: scattered across the floor, had an ax, a saw, a rope, a container and pruning shears, and beyond, a charred body, which only showed how pieces white teeth intact, was displayed with an angry gesture and tense and next, the tree stood full and lush with life which has been reborn.
"But ..." said the gentleman in surprise. But what happened?
Suddenly, a black bird perched on a thick branch of the tree. The man, who had seen it coming, picked up some stones and tried to frighten it.
- Out! "He said. Outside, a monster!
Without heeding the Lord, the black bird opened its beak and, by first making a gurgling, sang with a sublime simplicity. Then, dodging a projectile thrown at him, he left.
- Damn! "Shouted the man, raising his fists. Damn bird of ill omen! ***
At night, under a moon full of reflections, the wife of Mr. died after vomiting blood.
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