Story:A dog die nomas'(just)

José Larralde  was born on October 22, 1937 in Huanguelén, Province of Buenos Aires - Argentina. He wrote his first poems at seven years of age, thus initiating a vast and fruitful path that would lead inexorably to the heart of Argentine. Descendant of Basques and Arabs, Jose was rural worker, tractor, mason, mechanic, welder and, as he describes himself, guitar player and singer.

"A DOG DIED nomas'(just)

I saw tirao (launched)  passing on one side of the track.
A dead dog in the end we just do little interest
Insurance goaded into a car and fell under a wheel
or maybe pure  sonso  (silly) or even not saw the danger
and being meek and confiao (confident)  he  face inadvertently  that dogs can also be distracted one gueltas(some times)
and walk as Christians cabresteando  (avoiding) some penalties.

And that afternoon because I  iba  (have go) fresh head
I kept thinking about his death in a costao (side of track).
And I started to put in my ideas,
I did mine  also or other people pa'l case either way
but I made the poor had one owner and was
Imagine what  followed a horse ajuera at  field
helping his  employer to deal with sheep.
Or become guardian of a farm home
and I thought   hear barking a weasel
Or waiting for a mouse next to a pile of firewood,
companion dogs over a service we provide

By then I got to thinking on with my sonsera(silliness)
it could be a gurí  (boy) that accompany school and while studying  he went to hunt  purser a prey   and only found death in a costao( footprint).

And that if, where the idea was me sadder than the other idea
because a dog is a boy pa' field without believing
friend, brother and toy and spend hours.

Guardian , Barbucho, Pinta  surprise would be called, perhaps
Bravo, Guacho, Captain, the name can  you  put
if ahura (out si de) all is dead and that either interest.

You just have to think that at some ranch await
and not missing one who says that  run  behind a bitch,
thinking the very cunning and miss the querencia(love)

Already,  never leave the field under the  horse riding,  
nor will  follow a little boy so sad today its absence
or care of the houses on the door costao(beside)
So pa' to think if this is nothing rimedéa(helps)
and these things eventually forget as any other events.
I saw tirao  (lay) passing on one side of the tread
A dog died at the road  end we just do little interest.

Up here the story of the author. However I wish to take this story to offer a short tribute to my dog Max, now deceased who accompanied me for 15 years.

Honor my faithful and loving companion: Max

.1 when you were young we take care of you, but I know that when you grow up your desire and duty was always taking care of us.
2. To understand the love for someone rough having you around.
3. The joys and sorrows go hand in hand, now that  we remember you are running on the beach and in your last days in pain.
4. Max thanks for showing us how easy it turned 15 years living your life without rancor.
5. Whenever we get home we'll see through the gate and hear you’re barking with joy.
6. Nothing we do know that you're no longer with us, will make us forget and less replace you, you will live forever more in us.

1.       Grew old together as good friends, and I think by your attitude that you wanted us much more to than yourself.

I miss you a lot mate, especially in my   loneliness.

Ruben

Story:Scare to dentist

Story:Scare to dentist

 

Luis Landriscina.

Corrientes province is defining some regional culture of the Coast. It is a province to which name it is easier to explain. The correntinos have their own identity because they are the result of the mixture between Guarani and Spanish, with no other culture in the middle. And it is proudly correntino. And I would say more: it is aggressively proud. Now, not so much, but thirty years ago you would put into question the honor of a correntino and skewered like a butterfly pa'colección, just in case.
Because it is also very well handle the knife, the knife. This was the case of Moncho Garmendia, of the Santo Tomé, there lying on the bank of Uruguay, lying close to Misiones.
The Moncho Garmendia, was a symbol of courage. Scar that walked released, had Moncho. He had fought with what was put forward. But he had no scars have fought alone, but that did work well, because it was a working man. Man lowering find hacienda where weathering, frost, with hailstones.
But as was a symbol of courage, Moncho Garmendia had an Achilles heel, skinny side. Les was terrified of dentists and physicians. Neither vaccinated  was the Moncho.
And evil came shuffling with a toothache: four days and nights without sleep.
And some circles that seemed stirrups, was a Christian. He had been promised healers heal word, and he even spoke of healing toad. People who are in the field must agree to this popular belief. It is a cure that is to catch a live toad and the side of the belly make a cross on the side of the tooth that hurts, then the frog back is pulled, and the popular belief is that to you, you miss the pain Toothache and grabs the frog; which is not true because the frog has no teeth. What I believe is that the impression of spending a frog's face is passed to the appendix. But they could not compose Moncho, so I approached the employer, Don Soto, and he said: Moncho, will leave us pavear. Tomorrow we go to Dr. Garcia, back in town, so you cure that tooth and dejás bothering your family and everyone around you, because you need to be listening to your moans all day eh? !!. El Moncho, accustomed to respect and loyalty by your employer, like any good correntino not said no input, but came to do some drawings with espadrille on earth:
- Excuse me, boss, I'm not going. He muttered.
- How Come?
- No, I'm not going.
- How will you not go why?
- I am ashamed to say, but I'm afraid of the dentist.
- But you do not say! Will be a pa'la papelón Chamigo area!
Look ... .. Tomorrow when I stopped the truck in front of your ranch and feel the honking, you better go up, because if I get angry, it will cost me quite abuenarme, did you hear?
That ended the conversation. The next day, early, later the truck stopped Ranch Moncho Garmendia. A honk and Moncho rose.
- Good morning - said. I knew it was going to slaughter, so no added or mu.
They reached the front office people and the pattern tells the Moncho to get off, and continues back by doubts. Together expect. At one point the office door opens and out Dr. Garcia, jovial: - What Don Soto Moncho ?, What ?, Who will attend?
And Don Soto says: - the Moncho walks with a tooth problems. Atendélo, to see that it has. - Spend Moncho passes.
Those who have ever been to a dentist will agree with me that feels a smell that only occurs in dental offices.
That was the first thing that threw him back.
Above, the doctor says: - How, is not he who is going to sitting Sit. Pal'que never went to a doctor to see whack a dentist's chair, brother, it's awesome. It is a rare blend of stretcher with backrest and electric chair because it makes so much buzzword.
And then yes, the courage of Moncho was no more. Stuck a terrified Christian. What did head in the door because he got caught spur on the carpet, because otherwise .... And the pattern there became angry: - Well Moncho, che! It seems incredible, a big man! Che, making such a fool of! Spend pa'dentro!
The Moncho looked down, ashamed of his own fear and entered. And above shoulder Moncho, when he was coming, the employer made a yaw intelligence to the dentist, like telling him to be patient, that man walked with fear. And the dentist returned yaw as saying: Stay calm.
Psychologist to the dentist says: - I know what you get, Moncho. You're missing a shot to grab courage, as well correntino, Moncho is not it?
- And yes ...... - Said the other, not knowing what to say of julep.
And the dentist says to the nurse:
- Carmelita, there in the closet, in the bottom, there is a bottle of cane. Will I reach it?
- Tomá, Moncho, see if then you take courage.
Then he uncorked the bottle and Moncho commanded a dive .... How to get on the other side.
The dentist did not see that and settled instruments, lit the alcohol burner and became distracted, and cooing felt, well .... Now when I caught a glimpse of that was down three-quarters of the bottle he thought it was the ideal time.
He turns the dentist, sincerely, without rushing things, and says:
- What ?, Hello, Moncho ?, do you already  grabbed courage?
- Yes sir.
After saying that, he left the bottle, and a movement drew his knife and said:
LET'S SEE WHO IS THE MAN THAT HE TOUCH MY TEETH  NOW !!

Story: Fish of patio

Fish of patio

 

Story: Luis Landriscina

And I'll tell you a tale worthy of a countryman of Buenos Aires to the ones I've seen in jinetadas (horse ridding) on national holidays, and so proudly bears his garment and how to use it like leaves. There are some who wear as gauchos from time to time, but there are others who live in rural tasks. There are some who wear gauchos from time to time, but there are others who live in rural tasks. The protagonist of this story is a true gaucho.
"And the conversation out of anything and says he was bored": And the other says, what about? Then the other and find tips to start your story:
 And I was bored che, and what  I  do, I said to myself; I go fishing I said, and look for the thing and left. Find a bend in the river that had shade, and went, and sat there and revole (cast) the line there.
And I had spent about 15 or 16minutos, and felt a tug, not too strong or too flip. And I let it throw the first and second, and when he came third, pull to engage, and engage and suit.
And I pick one tiny fish, and fill pity to see him so little and I said I'm returning the water to to man is made, now is useless. And release careful not to hurt him, because the poor guy could look bad mouth, I take the bait, and just like that with my left arm sent t over for water.

You know that in air the fish makes a pirouette and turns to the outside of their own volition. And down next to me and looks at me as if to say: What does my friend? As saying! If I sack, sack che me!!
As his pride wounded fish as saying: What do I do now if I go back down, I they will say that I am not good enough as fish?  And he gave me as a disgrace to my che, and I blushed, and almost without looking grip and put it in a bucket of water I usually wear so that you will not dry out the gills of fish, and get there.
And I was fishing without catching che, because I was intrigued by the attitude of the fish.
And you know that halso happens the same whit the fish, because he flipped through the bucket.
And it was time to go, because I had already killed time as I wanted, because I was fishing for kill time. And I though what I do with this fish. The river will not want return, kill him I will not kill, it it is a crime to this very small fish; and so I decided bring it to the house.

And I start breeding   in the house; between the  canton (patio)  fitfully in the basin, and was changing according to size. And now I rose in the drinkable.

Also, because I grew up with  so little, was not delicate with biscuits; and you know that in the farm we have a habit; when you have an animal, feeds him and tells him his name, and that's like a bell for them; because they know that the food are for them; And I call him Pancho.
And I call! Pancho! From the kitchen, and pulled his head, and when I   have  throw (largaba)  a cookie, and he shuffled into the air. And he became a big fish and was in the trough or drinkable because not fit elsewhere. And one day I was drinking mate sitting in a chair and feel a stir in the yard, I go to see, “the. Fish running down my chickens”.

 And I went and said, "No brother Pancho, you are fish brother, if you please, and  sent to the water in a bad way. Then he look at me as  as saying: Ufa; because it lying if I say that he had no character because had character a this  fish. I return to the kitchen for more matte, and taken me three mates, when I feel again stir in the yard. I go again, and see the fish fighting with the dog; grudge because it had .And there I said: Let Pancho we do, you are the brother water, do not walk me around the yard. And you know that I have trough in the water fast jumping  to the ant other,  side , as telling me : !!I am here!!  And he was not used to the water anymore!!Che!

!and being not in the water and was outside and he became fish of patio.

But such a form che friend, sometimes I t was returned  from town the people, and felt my horse galloping, and ran to the gate to greet, to greet me, to make me party and the horse was confused because he had never seen "dog legless. "

And the dog had a jealous, because for the worse, when the fish use be outside; when I sat to drink mate, the so snuggled and played with the espadrille and stood affectionate and I  fondle  as if it were a along dog.
And the Sultan he had a fight at Pancho.
One day me sane, like today, a barbarian hot, and I told the fish: Che Pancho this warm sunny day that you think if we go to the creek and we stick one soaked.
And he looked at me with a look of grateful that moved me and left the two.
The Sultan kept us away 50 meters back with a hoarse dog.
And we got to the creek bank in the deep end, and he stared as if to say is not going to throw  like this clothes; and I remove my clothes and told  Pancho: Well we're equal millet, at three dive, and I said one, two three and took off the two together.

Are you   not going to believe me that he drowns che?

With affection,
Ruben