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128 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 1962
When famas go on a trip, when they pass the night in a city, their procedure is the following: one fama goes to the hotel and prudently checks the prices, the quality of the sheets, and the color of the carpets. The second repairs to the commissariat of police and there fills out a record of the real and transferable property of all three of them, as well as an inventory of the contents of their valises. The third fama goes to the hospital and copies the lists of the doctors on emergency and their specialties.
After attending to these affairs diligently, the travelers join each other in the central plaza of the city, exchange observations, and go to a café to take an apéritif. But before they drink, they join hands and do a dance in a circle. This dance is known as “The Gayety of the Famas.�
When cronopios go on a trip, they find that all the hotels are filled up, the trains have already left, it is raining buckets and taxis don’t want to pick them up, either that or they charge them exorbitant prices. The cronopios are not disheartened because they believe firmly that these things happen to everyone. When they manage, finally, to find a bed and are ready to go to sleep, they say to one another, “What a beautiful city, what a very beautiful city!� And all night long they dream that huge parties are being given in the city and that they are invited. The next day they arise very contented, and that’s how cronopios travel.
Esperanzas are sedentary. They let things and people slide by them. They’re like statues one has to go visit. They never take the trouble.
«Y los gestos del amor, ese dulce museo, esa galería de figuras de humo. Consuélese tu vanidad: la mano de Antonio buscó lo que busca tu mano, y ni aquélla ni la tuya buscaban nada que ya no hubiera sido encontrado desde la eternidad. Pero las cosas invisibles necesitan encarnarse, las ideas caen a la tierra como palomas muertas.
Lo verdaderamente nuevo da miedo o maravilla. Estas dos sensaciones igualmente cerca del estómago acompañan siempre la presencia de Prometeo; el resto es la comodidad, lo que siempre sale más o menos bien; los verbos activos contienen el repertorio completo».
(�) El fama considera al cronopio. Nunca hablará hasta no saber que sus palabras son las que convienen, temeroso de que las esperanzas siempre alertas no se deslicen en el aire, esos microbios relucientes, y por una palabra equivocada invadan el corazón bondadoso del cronopio.
—Afuera llueve —dice el cronopio�. Todo el cielo.
—No te preocupes —dice fama�. Iremos en mi automóvil. Para proteger los hilos.
Y mira el aire, pero no ve ninguna esperanza, y suspira satisfecho. Además, le gusta observar la conmovedora alegría del cronopio, que sostiene contra su pecho los dos hilos —uno azul� y espera ansioso que el fama lo invite a subir a su automóvil.