"...Me senté en una piedra al lado de una primavera que salio a raudales de la luz solar, através de las musgosas raices de un espino, y bailaba y cantaba sobre las guiyas, cayéndose cuesta abajo, se tumbaba en el silencio, como si rodara, fuera de vista,de entre los berros tentadores..."
(William Bulfin "Rambles in Eirin")
Version español
Nuevamente en un cruce pampeano, entre Chenault y Andonaegui, donde gente extraña se ve y se vuelve a ver todos los dias del año, para comprar algunos productos imprescindibles para pasar la tarde, noche o mañana,
donde llega gente cabalgando, en moto o en bicicleta desde puntos inciertos,
llegamos tambien nosotros, y elegimos una vez mas este escenario para nuestra lectura, actuacion y registros visuales/sonoros.
Una señora, la pulpera y almacenera, agrego un almacen detras de la pulperia para no solo servir caña quemada y ginebra a los paisanos del paraje y luce esplendida, robusta y autentica.
Los caminos se abren y se cruzan, se detienen, y cambian de lugar,
Camino real, ruta de tierra, puentes cortados por el agua, fardos, siembra cosecha tambo, luna llena,
escucha y entendimiento…..!
"...Mi casa debajo de las azules Slieve Blooms..."
……
"...I sat on a stone beside a spring, which flowed out into the sunlight through the moss-grown roots of a hawthorn and danced and sang over the pebbles, and down hill, falling into silence as it stole out of sight amongst the tempting watercresses..."
(William Bulfin "Rambles in Eirin")
English version
We arrived to "Los Ombues" and only there I realized about the name of the place, because two big Ombues trees were standing at the entrance of the pulperia. There we sat later on the afternoon to read "Libreto para el Bicentenario".
Once more in a pampeano cross, in between Chenault and Andonaegui, where strange people see each other each day and share a talk for a certain time with the excuse of buying some products to consume during the next day, where people arrives riding a horse, in motorbike or either bicycle, we arrived too
and one more time we choose this as the stage for our reading performance.
A big woman attends the pulperia that becomes since some years into a place where you can also buy food, cleaning products, vegetables, fruits, milk in this way she doesn't has to serve only alcohol drinks and licors.
The roads cross each other, they stop, the split, they change name and they change place too,
Camino real, clay car track road, bridges, tambo, full moon
listening and understanding...!
"...My home under the blue Slieve Blooms..."
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