cuento la vendedora de nubes
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THE SELLING OF CLOUDS
Dealers carry their money in a handkerchief , others do sweat in his hand tightening basin .
Should care for your wallet because tomatoes are of "look at me and do not touch me" and the lettuce is "a penny " .
It smells like fried food , roasted corn , onion , cilantro , mountain herbs smell good. Vendors offer their piles of oranges, watermelons, peppers pyramids that relumbran , their piles of pumpkin seeds.
Among the booths filled with merchandise , one remains empty . However, under laying pink blanket , a girl has stopped and waiting :
- Good girl , and you what do you sell ?
- Yo, this cloud.
-What Cloud?
-The 's Up there .
-Where?
Here I above , does not see ?
The Lord sees that , in effect , a cloud awaits safe distance.
- ¡Girl , Clouds are not sold !
- Well I have to sell my house because we are very poor.
- I am a graduate , girl ; and I can affirm you that the clouds belong to nobody , therefore can not be sold .
- But yes this is mine: follow me everywhere.
- First , How did you get it?
- One night I dreamed and dreamed as I woke up on my doorstep .
- with More reason! Who sells dreams? The youth now goes head .