Los cuentos que me enseñaron y otros

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Los cuentos que me enseiiaron y otros

The fictions they taught me, and others

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C Marcos Pico - Reno, Nevada 2011Fotografia y diseno de cubierta I Photography and cover

design:Arturo Torres (www,a6studjo ,coml.

Modelo I Model: Amy Nickol.Introducci6n I Introduction: Erica Bondi.

Editor (espanol) I Editor (Spanish): Francisco Serratos.Editora de traducci6n I Translation Editor: Katie Brown.

Traductores I Translators: Marvin Gonza.lez, Katie Brown.

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Pr61ogoAtravesar las paginas de Los cuentos que me enseiiaron sabea unas ceroezas vaciadas dentro de! bar con un viejo amigo. A!construir los textos uti!izando !a tecno!ogfa (SMS, netbook,B!ackberry, MacBook Pro), Pico!e traspasa a! !ector!a sensacion deconectarse con e! nal'Tador y su disimu!o de !a rea!idad. E! sfntesisentre un juego posmodemo y una agudeza intertextua! conjura !osUl'Tea! y !o!antastico de los cuentos universa!es que nos hanensefiado a todos, a! mismo tiempo retorciendo expectatiuas yimponiendo una rea!idad mas siniestra. Pico crea unahiper-rea!idad que ool'Ta las !fneas finas entre !o!antastico y !orea!, las comedias y las tragedias. Su minima!ismo y dia!ogoagudo provocan imagenes asombrosas que se uan a quedar a!lector mucho despues de que haya sa!ido de! bar.

Erika BondiTrans. Katie Brown

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PrologeThe stories they taught me is like having afew beers at a barwith an old friend. Pico's use of technology (SMS, netbook,B!ackberry, MacBook Pro) to produce the text gives the reader asense of connection with the narrator and his simulation of reality.It is a synthesis of intertextua! wit and postmodern play thatsummons the surreal and fantastic of the universal tales thathave taught us aU while twisting perceptions and imposing a darkreality. He creates a hyperrea!ity that blurs the fine edges thatseparate and define fantasy from the rea! and comedy fromtragedy. His minima!ism and quick dialogue provoke uncannyimages that wi!! stay with the reader long after they have closeddown the bar.

Erika Bondi


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A Paola Florian Gauiria,por las sonrisas de siempre.


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Contenido / Contents

EmergenciaEmergency

CenaDinner

Poci6n magicaMagic potion

VentaSaleVerdadTruth

ArrepentidoRegretsAscensorElevatorEI caminoThe route

EI camino de la camaThe way of the bed

A la orillaOn the shoreAs! es la vidaThat's life

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Los cuentos que me ensefiaron

The fictions they taught me

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Emergencia-La siguiente paciente, pase con el

Doctor, por favor .-Muy bien dfgame, senorita, ieomo

paso esto?-Doctor, esta noche fue un desastre .

Ademas de perder una de mis zapatillasllegue un poco tarde a mi carruaje y as!fue que quede atorada dentro de estacalabaza .[SMS [

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CenaAl atardecer, en una choza en un bosqueahogado en pinos, una viejecilla y sunieta cenaban y platicaban del deliciosofestfn.

- iAbue?-iSi, mijita?-Y ellobo .. ino tendril familia que 10

espere?-No se, mi nina.- iAbue?-Dime, mi amor.-iCrees que se enoje la familia del1obo

porque 10 hicimos cena?[ Blackberry 1


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DinnerAt dusk, inside a shack in a forestdrowning in pine trees, an old lady andher granddaughter dined and chattedover their delicious feast .

"Granny?""Yes, dear?""And the wolf. .. doesn't he have a

family waiting for him?""I don't know, my dear child.""Granny?""Yes, dear.""Do you think the wolfs family will be

mad we had him for dinner?"[ Blackberry 1


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Podon magica-Sf, Arturo, es as! como la hruja del

lago me ensefi6 a prepararla . Pezufias debecerra tierna . Consome de lagartogermanico. Cinco litros de extracto depalma negra . Diez bigotes de cebollablanca . Una pizca de maCD seeD dedragon . Y .. el secreta especial : cocinarloa fuego lento con las duras llamas delmangle raja . Eso sf, tienes que tomartetodo mientras esta caliente.

-Merlin, ya te dije que no necesitovitaminas para sacar a Excalibur de esapiedra .[Netbook1


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Magic potion"Yes Arthur, this is how the Lady of the

Lake taught me to prepare it. A tendercalf's hoof. Germanic lizard consomme.Five liters of black palm extract. Tenwhite onion whiskers. A pinch of drieddragon's baoger. And ...the specialingredient: cook it over slow heat withthe harsh flames from a red mangrove.And yes, you must drink it while it's stillhot.""Merlin, I already told you that I don'tneed vitamins to pull Excalibur out ofthat stone."[Netbook1


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VentaVarias horas habfan pas ado desde que laalta mujer de vestimenta negra mirabade lade a lade en la oscura y empedradacalle . A su izquierda tenia una carreta demanzanas rojas que eran capaces deseducir al que las mirara .

Espero y espero y nunc a vina a quienella tanto esperaba . A su sorpresa, unasenorita de gruesos anteojos finalmentese Ie acerco y Ie dijo :-Disculpe usted . iRegala 0 vende estasmanzanas?

-Pues depende . iPor pura casualidaden tu nombre aparece la palabra blanca 0nieves?

-No, me llamo Perla Nera.-Entonces las venda -un poco molesta


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repliea .-Muy bien -escribiendo en un bloc de

notas - . Tenga, esto es para usted .-iYesto?-Es su multa por vender fruta en la

calle sin el permiso de la ciudad .[Netbook1


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SaleThe tall woman dressed in black hadbeen looking for hours from one side ofthe dark cobblestone street to the other.On her left side she had a cart with redapples capable of seducing anyone wholooked at them .

She waited and waited, but the one shewanted to see never came . To hersurprise, a young girl with thick glassesfinally approached her and asked:"Excuse me, are you selling or givingaway these apples?"

"Well, that depends . Do the words'snow' or 'white' happen to appear inyour name?"

"No, my name is Perla Nera.""Well, then they're for sale," she


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answered, a bit annoyed ."Okay," Perla said, writing on a pad of

paper. "Then this is for you .""What's this?""It's your ticket for selling fruit on the

streets without a permit."[Netbook1


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VerdadEl pohre nino intentaba llorar, pero no Iesalla ni una astilla de sus azules ojos . Esedia, su padre Ie explic6 como el habfanacido .

Le habl6 al chicuelo de todo el proceso,desde que el era un troneo, hasta quelIege a ser todo un hermoso nino, graciasa una bondadosa Hada Madrina .

-Papa, ite puedo hacer una pregunta?-Sf, dime hijo .-Papa .. iPor que te crece la nariz

cuando me cuentas esa historia?[ Blackberry1


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TruthThe poor child wanted to cry, but noteven a splinter would come out of hisblue eyes . That day his father explainedto him how he was born.

He told the boy the entire process; fromthe time he was a log until he became abeautiful child thanks to a kind FairyGodmother.

"Dad, can I ask you a question?""Yes, what is it, son?""Dad...why did your nose grow when

you told me that story?"[ Blackberry 1


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Arrepentido-Recapitulemos . Senor Hood, me dice

usted que ha robado, invadido predios,evadido impuestos y que ademas se haburlado de la justicia en variasocasiones . Sin embargo, segun sudefensa, todo es justificado dado a que es'para el beneficio de los aldeanos'. iEsesto cierto Sr. Hood?

-As! es senor Juez .-Y acaso ... ise arrepiente senor Hood?-La verdad, de 10 unico de 10 que me

arrepiento, senor Juez es de no haberseguido mi carrera en la polftica, hubierahecho 10 mismo y no estariamos aquf.[SMS [


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Regrets"Allow us to recapitulate, Mr . Hood.

You tell me that you have stolen,trespassed on private property, evadedpaying taxes and that you have made amockery of law enforcement on manyoccasions. Nevertheless, according toyour defense, everything is justified giventhat it is 'for the benefit of the people.' Isthat correct Mr . Hood?""It is, your honor.""And, perchance.. .do you feel any

remorse?""Truth be told, your honor, the only

thing that I regret is not following acareer in politics . I'd have done the samethings, and we wouldn't be sitting here."


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[SMS[


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y otros

and others


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AscensorMientras lela un comic en el ascensor,senti el humedo aliento de un tipo queestaba parade a mis espaldas . De reojo,vi que el alto y estrafalario hombre meobservaba con atencion . Di un paso

,adelante para alejarme. El se acerco a mfy con su horrible boca se apeg6 a mi oidoal punto que supe 10 que habfaalmorzado. Con una voz a s a b ~ r a nachosme dijo :-Mira, mijito, ya casi llegamos al pisodonde trabaja tu papi.[Netbook1


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ElevatorWhile I was reading a comic in theelevator, I could suddenly feel the dampbreath of the guy behind me . Out of thecorner of my eye I saw him watching meintensely. I took a step forward to moveaway. He came closer, and stuck hisrepulsive mouth so close to my ear that Icould smell what he had for lunch. Witha nacho-flavored voice he said:

"Look, sonny, we're almost to the floorwhere your daddy works ."[Netbook 1


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El caminoMarcelita Cote ya habfa sentido los ojosllorosos antes . Esta vez, era por otrohombre, Cosme Manzanares . Los dos sevieron por primera vez en el metro de laCiudad de Mexico .

Los dos se dirigfan en direccionesopuestas, pero sus ojos nunca olvidarfancomo se observaron por eternosinstantes . ElIos no crefan en el amof, alcontrario, crefan que el amor era algoinventado por la literatura para que elmundo siguiera consumiEmdola .

Afios mas tarde, ambos en casa, sepreguntarfan que hubiera sido si uno uotro hubiese intercambiado tan s610 unapalabra . Sin embargo, seguirianbuscando esos ojos en el mismo metro


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sin encontrar ese amor que seguiriaconsumiemdolos .[ Blackberry1


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The routeMarcelita Cote had already had tear-filledeyes before . But, this time they were for adifferent man, Cosme Manzanares . Theyboth saw each other for the first time ona subway in Mexico City.

They were headed in oppositedirections, but their eyes would neverforget the way they met for an eternalmoment. Neither one believed in love, tothe contrary, they believed love wasinvented by literature so the world wouldkeep consuming it.

Years later, both in their homes, theywould ask themselves what would havebeen if one or the other had exchangedeven one word . Nevertheless, they wouldstill seek those eyes in that same subway


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without ever finding that very love thatwould continue consuming them.

[ Blackberry 1


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EI camino de la camaSigo acostado. Entumecido. Con las venasperforadas con la aguja del suero .,Cuando lIegara el dfa que me puedadespertar? Hoy no. Otra vez tendre queimaginarme que todo sigue como antesde que me atropellaran. Mi madre sabeque no quiero morir. Mi esposa quizaseste buscando la forma de que medesenchufen de la maquina que memantiene con vida. iQue es ese ruido?iQue pasa? iMi muerte que se aproxima?iO ya es hora de despertar? Dios que mehe apartado de ti. jAyudame! iEsto esmorir? Que luz tan pura y blanca. Esa luzque inunda mi vista. j5iento que meahogo!

-jDespert6 Doctor! -una enfermera-.


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Despert6 el paciente que atropellaron porla manana.[Notebook]


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The way of the bedI'm still lying down . Numb . My veinspunctured by the serum's needle . Whenwill the day come when I can finallywake up? Not today. Once again, I amforced to imagine life as it was before Iwas run over. My mother knows I don'twant to die . My wife is, perhaps, signingthe papers to have them unplug themachine that keeps me alive. What isthat noise? What's happening? Is thatthe sound of Death calling? Or, is it timeto wake up? God, I've been led astray.Help me! Is this what it's like to die?What a pure, white light. What abrilliant, blinding light. I feel like I'mdrowning!

"He's awake, Doctor" says a nurse . "The


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patient who was run over this morningjust opened his eyes."[Notebook]


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A la orillaA la orilla de una playa virgen, JuanSantoro recobraba la razon gracias a laarena que marcaba la huella de unaresaca de ron . El dolor de cabeza nopareda importarle tanto como la cuchillaensangrentada que enardeda su manederecha. Esa sangre, ide quien era?

Poco a poco fue recobrando la escenadel crimen . El cuerpo de su padre yada as610 metros de el. A mas distancia, lanina (ahora mujer), lloraba por sangre .Sangre de deshonra . Autoria de su padre .

Para Juan Santoro, la sobriedaddespues del peeado era la fJagelaci6n desu alma . Sabia que el agua ahogariatodos sus pecados . Cerr610s ojos, se echoal mar y nad6 hasta el cansancio . Las


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ganas de vivir las olvide en la orilla juntoa su culpa y su moralidad, que vagariancon su nombre en el mundo de loshombres a la orilla de una playa.[Netbook1


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On the shoreOn the shore of a pristine beach, JuanSantoro sobered up thanks to the sandthat marked the traces of a rumhangover. The headache did not seem asimportant to him as the bloody bladethat burned in his right hand . Thatblood, whose was it?Little by little he remembered the

details of the crime scene . His father'sbody lay a few meters from him . A littlefarther, the girl -now a woman- criedfor blood . Blood for dishonor. Dishonorauthored by her own father.

For Juan Santoro, sobriety after the sinwas the flagellation of his soul. He knewthe water would drown all his sins . Heclosed his eyes, threw himself to the sea


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and swam until exhaustion. His will tolive was forgotten on the sand next to hissin and morality, which would foreverwander alongside his name in the worldof men on the shore of a beach.[Netbook1


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As! es la vida,Erase que se era una lombriz calva quesinti6 un objeto extrafio atravesarle elcuerpo . Ahf fue que entendi6 la razon devivir: darle de comer a un ser conescamas .[SMS [


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That's lifeOnce upon a time there was a baldearthworm that felt a strange objectpierce his body. In that moment heunderstood his purpose in life: to give ascaly being something to eat.[SMS I


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