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Alcmeón vivía en un pueblo.
Sus padres habían muerto.
Pero tenia novia.
Se llamaba Noelia.
No el.
El se llamaba Alcmeón.
Noelia era el nombre de su novia.
Y, en otro sentido, era también su novia.
No era bonita.
Era hábil.
Había sido electa reina de la vendimia.
En el pueblo no había vendimia.
En los alrededores tampoco.
Pero había una reina de la vendimia.
Era una zona ganadera.
Vacas, novillos y terneras.
Eso no daba para reinas.
No había reinas de carnear vacas.
No la habían instituido.
No querían festejar la matanza.
De haberlo hecho, se habrían descubierto.
Se habría descubierto que les gustaba matar.
Por eso tomaron un desvío.
Pusieron reina de la vendimia.
Noelia había salido electa.
No por bonita.
Por culta.
Las concursantes no solo debían desfilar semidesnudas.
También desnudas.
No; mentira.
Debian recitar una poesía.
El jurado elegía a la que recitaba mejor.
Si no, se habrían deschavado.
Habría quedado al descubierto su lubricidad.
Para ocultarla, tenían una triquiñuela.
En el jurado agregaban señoras respetables.
Y fingían interesarse en la poesía.
Noelia declamo muy bien.
Fue fea su poesía.
Pero la supo decir.
Pronuncio todas las eses.
Dejo un silencio siempre que venía una hache.
Se había preparado bien.
Muchos ensayos frente al espejo.
Y frente a la ex-directora escolar.
La antigua directora,
Se habría ofrecido gentilmente para preparala.
¡Que buena la antigua directora!
Le había enseñado a declamar.
La había alentado y la había embebido de su aliento.
Le recitaba de cerca.
Le hacía vivir cada palabra.
Se le escupía en la cara.
Noelia resistía heroicamente.
Quería ser reina.
Quería súbditos.
Quería el premio.
La poesía era un medio.
Después vería si seguía recitando.
La directora le insistía.
No era sólo para el concurso.
Noelia tenía condiciones.
Podía declamar en todas las grandes ocasiones.
Podía enaltecer los festejos patrios.
Después del concurso, tenía que seguir,
Todos los días de ocho a doce declamación.
La antigua directora era jubilada,
Y no tenía nada que hacer.
Podía darle clases hasta los domingos.
Después de la misa, declamación.
Y no le cobraba nada.
Noelia sólo tenía que prepararle el té.
Ponerle miel a la grappa.
Y ayudarla a vestirse.
Y hacerle mandados.
Y dar de comer a los gatos.
Noelia se la bancaba porque tenía fé.
En la fé que le tenía la señora directora.
Cada día recitaba mejor.
Aunque había que alcanzar un nivel superior.
Siempre había algo para corregir.
Algunas partes de la cara de Noelia estaban intactas.
Estaban aún sin escupir.
La antigua directora era fuente inagotable de saliva.
Hasta que una vez que estaba recitandole Ruben Darío,
Le vomitó.
En la marcha triunfal, cuando fue a decir “panoplias”, lanzó
Y eso sí que Noelia no se lo tragó.
Y a la ex directora la abandonó.
Y se fue a elegir la malla que usaría en el certamen.
Y ejercitarse contoneos y caídas de ojos.
Y en esos días descuidó a Alcmeón.
Que era su novio.
Llevaban más de dos años saliendo.
Se conocían de antes.
De dar la vuelta en la plaza.
Pero nunca se cruzaban.
Se desplazaban a igual velocidad.
En el mismo sentido.
Eran extremos de un diámetro giratorio.
Pero una vez a el lo detuvieron para pedirle fuego.
Había mucho viento.
La llama se apagaba.
Cuando por fin pudo con el encendedor,
Noelia justo pasaba.
Y él quedó caminando a su lado.
Y se pusieron a hablar de que había viento.
Y la tarde siguiente también se encontraron y hablaron de lluvia.
Porque llovía.
Ellos tenían poca capacidad de atracción.
Si hacía frío, el tema del calor no se tocaba.
Y cuando hablaron de amor,
Fue, que estaban ya enamorados.
Y no iban sólo a la plaza.
Iban al cine o a bailar.
Iban por descontado a tomar un helado.
Pero ella por esos días de la coronación no aparecía.
Y cuando al fin llegó el gran día,
Y el con cándida alegría vio desde la gradería.
Que era su novia la reina, quiso besarla.
Y fue corriendo al estrado y la abrazó.
Pero Noelia le hizo a un lado.
Y le dijo que no era el momento.
Que debía tener otras cosas.
Premios, contratos, festejos, propuestas varias.
Y el se volvió a su habitación.
A mirar televisión.
Pero estaban transmitiendo la elección de la reina.
¡Maldición!
Apagó y se fue a un bar.
Pero tenían la tele prendida.
Y estaban viendo lo mismo.
El volvió a su habitación.
Estaba sonando el teléfono.
No quería atender.
Pensaba que era para felicitarlo por el triunfo de Noelia.
Si era eso les iba a cortar.
No podía aceptar felicitaciones.
Pero no.
Era de la capital.
¡Atención! ¡Atención!
Alcmeón se había ganado una beca de computación.
Y la beca consistía en que el iba.
Y le vendían una computadora y les daban clases.
Y debía pagar las clases y la computadora.
Sin hacerse rogar, Alcmeón esa misma noche partió.
En el bar de la terminal, pidió una bebida.
Y no se la quisieron cobrar.
Ya fuera por lástima o como gesto de despedida.
Al llegar, en el bar de la terminal de la capital,
Se llevó una sorpresa.
Cuando fue al baño,
Le robaron el bolso que estaba en la mesa.
Y Alcmeón preguntó.
Pero no pudo dar ni siquiera con alguien,
Que creyera que había habido un bolso.
Había otras creencias en Dios en varias ciencias.
Pero ninguna en la existencia de su pertenencias.
Tuvo ganas de regresar a su pueblo.
Pero pensó en la beca y se dijo
“Babieca, si acá en la ciudad hay gente buena”.
Y cuando en una pensión le preguntaron su ocupación.
Alcmeón con aire de locatario,
Les dijo “soy becario”.
 
Esto es el principio de una novela que se llama Lineas que estoy… que voy musicalizando de a poco. Y bueno, llegué hasta ahí pero… si la termino alguna vez, va a durar siete horas.
 
Превод

Lines

Alcmeón lived in a town.
His parents were dead.
But he had a girlfriend.
Called Noelia.
Not him.
His name was Alcmeón.
Noelia was the name of his girlfriend.
And, in other sense, she was also his girlfriend.
She wasn't beautiful.
She was skillful.
She had been elected as the grape harvest queen.
There wasn't grape harvest in the town.
Neither in the outskirts.
But there was grape harvest queen.
It was a livestock zone.
Cows, bullocks and heifers.
That didn't allow for queens.
There weren't queens of butchering cows.
They haven't established it.
They didn't want to celebrate the killing.
Of doing it, they would be exposed.
They would find out that they loved to kill.
That's why they took a detour.
They established a grape harvest queen.
Noelia had been elected.
Not for being beautiful.
For being educated.
The contestants not only had to model half naked.
Also naked.
No; it's a lie.
They had to recite a poem.
The jury picked the one who recited the best.
If else, they would be exposed.
Their lewdness would be exposed.
To conceal it, they had a trick.
On the jury they added respectable women.
And faked to be interested in poetry.
Noelia recited very well.
Her poem was ugly.
But she could say it.
She pronounced all the Ss.
She left a silence every time an H appeared.
She prepared herself so well.
Many rehearsals before the mirror.
And in front of the former school principal.
The former principal,
Offered herself gently to prepare her.
How nice the former principal!
She had taught her to recite.
She had encouraged her and soaked her of her breath.
She recited to her from close.
She made her live every word.
She was spitting in her face.
Noelia resisted heroically.
She wanted to be a queen.
She wanted subjects.
She wanted the reward.
Poetry was a mean.
Later she'd see if she'd keep reciting.
The principal was insisting her.
It wasn't only for the contest.
Noelia had skills.
She could recite in all the great occasions.
She could praise the national festivities.
After the contest, she had to continue,
Everyday recitation from eight to twelve.
The former principal was retired,
And she had nothing to do.
She could give her classes even on Sundays.
After the church, recitation.
And she didn't charge anything.
Noelia only had to prepare her a cup of tea.
To pour honey to the grappa.
And help her to get dressed.
And doing the shopping.
And feeding the cats.
Noelia tolerated that because she had faith.
In the faith that Mrs principal had on her.
Every day she recited better.
Though she had to reach a higher level.
There was always something to correct.
Some parts of Noelia's face were still intact.
They were without spitting yet.
The former principal was an endless fountain of saliva.
Until one day when she was reciting Ruben Darío,
She puked on her.
On the Triumphal March, when she said "Panoplies", she spit out
And indeed Noelia didn't swallow that.
And abandoned the former principal.
And went to pick the suit she would use in the contest.
And work out swayings and eyelid battlings.
And in those days she neglected Alcmeón.
Who was her boyfriend.
They were having more than two years dating.
They knew each other from before.
Of spinning in the roundabout.
But they were never running into each other.
They were moving at the same speed.
In the same direction.
They were extremes of a spinning diameter.
But once they stopped him to lit a smoke.
It was windy.
The flame was turning off.
When he finally could lit the lighter,
Noelia was passing by.
And he remained walking by her side.
And they started talking about the wind.
And on the next afternoon they met again and talked about the rain.
Because it was raining.
They had little ability of attraction.
If it was cold, the heat subject wasn't talked about.
And when they talked about love,
It was, because they were already in love.
And they weren't only going to the plaza.
They were going to the movies or dancing.
They were going of course to have an ice cream.
But she wasn't appearing on those days of the crowning.
And when the great day finally came,
And he with candid joy saw from the stands.
That the queen was his girlfriend, he wanted to kiss her.
And he went running to the platform and embraced her.
But Noelia put him aside.
And told him it wasn't the moment.
That she had to have other things.
Awards, contracts, celebrations, several proposals.
And he went back to his room.
To watch television.
But they were broadcasting the queen election.
Damn!
He turned it off and went to a bar.
But they had the TV on.
And they were watching the same.
He went back to his room.
The phone was ringing.
He didn't want to answer.
He though it was for congratulate him for Noelia's triumph.
If it was that he'd hang them up.
He couldn't accept congratulations.
But no.
It was from the capital city.
Attention! Attention!
Alcmeón had won a computer scholarship.
And the scholarship consisted in that he went.
And sell him a computer and give him classes.
And he had to pay the classes and the computer.
Without resisting, Alcmeón left that very night.
At the bar of the station, he ordered a drink.
And they didn't want to charge it.
Maybe for compassion or as a farewell sign.
When he reached, at the bar of the capital station,
He had a surprise.
When he went to the bathroom,
They stole the bag that was on the table.
And Alcmeón asked.
But he couldn't find anybody,
Who believed that there was a bag.
There were other beliefs in God or several sciences.
But none in the existence of his belongings.
He felt like returning to his town.
But he thought of the scholarship and said to himself
"Dummy, there's good people in the city".
And when in a hostel they asked him his occupation.
Alcmeón with tenant voice,
Told them "I'm a grantee".
 
This is the beginning of a novel called Lines that I'm... that I'm putting music on it little by little. And well, I reached until there but... if I ever finish it, it will last seven hours.
 
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