1/17/2023 0 Comments El hijo horacio quiroga![]() The father looks at his wristwatch: twelve. A deep buzz that fills one’s entire being and impregnates everything the eyes can see represents all of the tropical life at that time of the day. Wherever one is to look – stones, earth, trees –, the air, rarefied like in an oven, vibrates thanks to the heat. Without letting his thoughts focus on the insignificant event, he returns to his work. “The Saint-Étienne…- the father thinks upon recognizing the explosion. In that moment, not too far away, he hears a bang. Terrible case… But today, with the warm and lively summer day, the love for which the son seems to have inherited, the father feels happy, calm, and confident in the future. Once, he saw him turn around covered in blood, as he hammered a parabellum bullet at the workshop, when in fact he was just filing the buckle on his hunting belt. The image of his own son has not escaped this torment. He has seen, in moments that could only be true by a painful illusion, memories of a happiness that surged only from the nothingness in which he secluded himself. And to do so, he has not only had to resist his own heart, but his moral torment, for that father, with a weak stomach and eyesight, has suffered from hallucinations from a long time ago. This is the way the father has raised the son. With what ease a creature can miscalculate and give a wrong step, and then he will lose his son!ĭanger is always present for man, no matter his age but its threat diminishes if the child gets used not to trust but his own strengths from a young age. ![]() That father has needed to fight fiercely against what he considers his own egoism. It is not easy, however, for a widower, with no other faith or hope but left but his son’s life, to educate him as he has, free within his short range of action, confident on his own small feet and hand since he was four years old, conscious of the greatness of certain dangers and the smallness of his own strengths. His son, at that age, owns one, and the father smiles… When he was thirteen, he would have given anything to own a shotgun. Only on occasion do they get a red-ruffled fruitcrow, or a surucua – even more occasionally –, but with only that, they will return triumphant Juan to his ranch with the 9mm shotgun he had given him, and his son to the plateau with the large Saint-Étienne shotgun, 16 caliber, quadruple lock, and white gunpowder. A smile now appears on the father’s face as he remembers the passion both kids have for hunting. After going through that scrubland island, his son will sail along the coast of cacti until he gets to the right area, in which he will try to find doves, toucans, or a flock of herons, just like the ones his friend Juan has found some days prior. Hunting in the scrubland – close-range hunting – requires more patience than what his child has. The father’s eyes do not need to leave his chores to follow his son’s way, which he can see on his mind.īy now, he has crossed the red cliff and is walking directly to the scrubland through the cordgrass clearing. And looked even younger, thanks to his blue eyes, still fresh with childish surprise. Despite being very tall for his age, he is only thirteen years old. He knows his child has been raised from an early age on the habit and precaution of danger he can use a gun and hunt no matter what. His father’s glance follows him for a while before going back to his chores for the day, happy by his child’s joy. “Come back by lunchtime,” the father goes on.īalancing the shotgun on one hand, he smiles at his father, kisses his head and leaves. ![]() “Yes, dad,” the child answers as he grabs the shotgun and fills his shirt pockets with bullets before carefully closing them. “Be careful, son,” he tells him, with only this short phrase sufficing to make all the observations of the case, which his son understands perfectly. Just like the sun, the heat, and the calm feel, the father opens his heart to nature, too. This post shall be removed upon request.ĭuring a warm summer in Misiones, with all the sun, the heat, and the calm that the season can show off, nature feels fully accomplished. Please do not redistribute or sell this translation. ![]() ![]() This story has been translated for entertainment purposes only. ![]()
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