la soledad era esto english
Juan José Miles
The Soledad was this
Prize Nadal 1990
1
Does is that he wanted to really change that its spring room, comfortable furniture and prepared with family, in a desert in which could have been, it is true, climb in all directions without the slightest impediment, but which had, at the same time, forgotten quickly and completely on its past human condition?
FRANZ Kafka
, The Metamorphosis
4
First part
One
Helena was depilandose legs in the bathroom when the phone rang and informed him that his mother had just died. She looked at the clock and instinctively sought to retain the time in the head; the six and a half in the afternoon. Although the days had begun to lengthen, it was almost dark by the effect of some clouds that from the middle of the afternoon had been placing in the form of the roof on the city. The best time of the afternoon to leave this world, he thought fuck the phone while I listened to her husband that, from the other side of the line, trying to be effective and loving at the same time.
-I pass to pick you up, he said, and we are going together to the hospital. Your brother is already there.
- What about my sister? -Wonder - who warns you to my sister?
-I just talked to her husband and they will come this same night in a plane that leaves at ten in Barcelona. Don't worry about the practical issues. Tell and waits for me to go by there.
Elena hung up the phone and sat on the sofa to digest the news; with the right hand was making them pull away the scabs of wax that toughened its leg corresponding to the side of the body, while his eyes wandered around by the walls of the room without register anything of what they saw. When he returned to the bathroom, the wax was tightened up, so that he resigned to plucking the left leg. Removed the gown and went under a shower in a position that suggested a certain helplessness, but they never came to crying. It seemed as well confirmed an old idea
The Soledad was this
Prize Nadal 1990
1
Does is that he wanted to really change that its spring room, comfortable furniture and prepared with family, in a desert in which could have been, it is true, climb in all directions without the slightest impediment, but which had, at the same time, forgotten quickly and completely on its past human condition?
FRANZ Kafka
, The Metamorphosis
4
First part
One
Helena was depilandose legs in the bathroom when the phone rang and informed him that his mother had just died. She looked at the clock and instinctively sought to retain the time in the head; the six and a half in the afternoon. Although the days had begun to lengthen, it was almost dark by the effect of some clouds that from the middle of the afternoon had been placing in the form of the roof on the city. The best time of the afternoon to leave this world, he thought fuck the phone while I listened to her husband that, from the other side of the line, trying to be effective and loving at the same time.
-I pass to pick you up, he said, and we are going together to the hospital. Your brother is already there.
- What about my sister? -Wonder - who warns you to my sister?
-I just talked to her husband and they will come this same night in a plane that leaves at ten in Barcelona. Don't worry about the practical issues. Tell and waits for me to go by there.
Elena hung up the phone and sat on the sofa to digest the news; with the right hand was making them pull away the scabs of wax that toughened its leg corresponding to the side of the body, while his eyes wandered around by the walls of the room without register anything of what they saw. When he returned to the bathroom, the wax was tightened up, so that he resigned to plucking the left leg. Removed the gown and went under a shower in a position that suggested a certain helplessness, but they never came to crying. It seemed as well confirmed an old idea