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Many felt his dry, wooden slap; many listened to his odious songs, and all saw him dance on the tables. He wore a white shirt, a jacket of green flannel, a bow ssnchez, light trousers, and shoes of Corinthian red on his little dancing feet.
Rafael Sánchez Ferlosio
The fruitseller’s daughter, with her quince-lips, still bloodless, ingenuously kissed that slice-of-watermelon laugh. Margaret Jull Costa Translator. He would dance in the elevators and on the landings, spill ink wells, beat on pianos with his rigid little gloved hands.
Refresh and try again. It was when there were geraniums on rl balconies, sunflower-seed stands in the Moncloa, herds of yearling sheep in the vacant lots of the Guindalera. He awoke one morning, hanging in the dusty storeroom of a theater, next to a lady of the eighteenth century, with many white ringlets and a cornucopia of a face. He slept in a pension where no one else stayed.
He liked to argue, to go visiting in houses. This lady was waiting for a husband. Sometimes they stole into the patios; they ate up the parsley, a little green sprig of parsley, in the summer, in the watered shade of the patios, in the cool windows of the basements at foot level. Every morning he would put on his bright red shoes and have them cleaned.
Her flesh was slack and she was some forty-five years old. Rate this book Clear rating 1 of 5 stars 2 of 5 stars 3 of 5 stars 4 of 5 stars 5 of 5 stars. Don Zana broke the flower pots with his hand and he laughed at everything.
Mientras no cambien los dioses, nada ha cambiado 4.
Want to Read Currently Reading Read. One day he took her out for a walk. He would throw the cards into the air when he lost, and he didn’t stoop over to pick them up. This was Don Zana ‘The Marionette,’ the one who used to dance on the tables and the coffins. They were dragging their heavy wool, eating the grass among the rubbish, bleating to the neighborhood.
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Then, then was the story of Don Zana ‘The Marionette.
The girl cried when days passed without Don Zana’s going by her street. He would breakfast on a large cup of chocolate and he would not return until night or dawn. Don Zana kept fetlosio pits to make her believe he loved her.
His chest was a trapezoid. Or they stepped on the spread-out sheets, undershirts, or pink chemises clinging to the ground like the gay shadow of a handsome young girl. Comentarios A La Historia 4. Topics Mentioning This Author. Sign in with Facebook Sign in options.
Rafael Sánchez Ferlosio (Author of El Jarama)
It was sannchez time, the story of Don Zana ‘The Marionette,’ he with the hair of cream-colored string, he with the large and empty laugh like a slice of watermelon, the one of the Tra-kay, tra-kay, tra-kay, tra-kay, tra-kay, tra on the tables, on the coffins.
He had a disagreeable voice, like the breaking of dry reeds; he talked more than anyone, and he got drunk at the little tables in the taverns.
Don Zana used to walk through the outskirts of Madrid and catch small dirty fish in the Manzanares. El testimonio de Yarfoz 3.
Books by Rafael Sánchez Ferlosio
She returned home crying and, without saying anything to anyone, died of bitterness. Then he would light a fire of dry leaves and sancez them. Esas Yndias Equivocadas Y Malditas: