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| Où est-Il? |
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El impacto que tuvo la Marcha Caimán y la de los peces funcionarios no se hizo esperar. El resto de la ciudad entró en caos, el desconcierto y la anarquía era latente. El desorden urbano se sentía por cualquier rincón, las calles caían en demencia y los rostros de las gentes se ensombrecían y volvían cada día más y más grisáceos. A todos les faltaba un algo, un nosequé. Amputados vagaban. La ciudad enloquecía por momentos. La gente hablaba sola. Todos se miraban de reojo. Sabían muy bien lo que estaba pasando, sin embargo, nadie hablaba de ello. Que no se os note, niños solían decir las mamás. Woongmoolungwoong ardía en cantos, banquetes, gritos y aullidos. Todos sucumbieron a la sinrazón.
The impact that the Caiman and Civil Fish Servant´s March made, did not make itself wait. The rest of the city was taken over by chaos, the confusion and the anarchy were intense. The urban disorder was felt in every corner, the streets were overflowing with dementia and people´s faces were shadowy and the grey tint that had now become their natural tone increased in obscurity day by day. Everyone was missing something, no one knew what that something was. Amputees wandered around. The city was growing crazier by moments. People talked to themselves. Everyone looked at each other through the corner of their eyes. They were well aware of what was happening but no one spoke about it. “Don´t let it show, kids” mothers used to say. Woongmoolungwoong was being devoured by songs, banquets, screams and howls. Everyone succumbed to misunderstanding and injustice.
The impact that the Caiman and Civil Fish Servant´s March made, did not make itself wait. The rest of the city was taken over by chaos, the confusion and the anarchy were intense. The urban disorder was felt in every corner, the streets were overflowing with dementia and people´s faces were shadowy and the grey tint that had now become their natural tone increased in obscurity day by day. Everyone was missing something, no one knew what that something was. Amputees wandered around. The city was growing crazier by moments. People talked to themselves. Everyone looked at each other through the corner of their eyes. They were well aware of what was happening but no one spoke about it. “Don´t let it show, kids” mothers used to say. Woongmoolungwoong was being devoured by songs, banquets, screams and howls. Everyone succumbed to misunderstanding and injustice.
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| Isla Caimán |
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Altos, bajos, grandes, enanos, gordos, flacos, negros, blancos, redondos, cuadrados, rectos, curvos, huesudos, peludos, pelados, algunos alados, al fin y al cabo, todos caimanes. El gentilicio, caimano. Todos en fin, con corazón caimán, que no era uno cualquiera. Había que ser muy caimán para entender cómo siente un corazón caimán. Y por ello, fue esta primera especie la que incomprendida y rebelde, se fue alejando del resto de especies y creando poco a poco su propio guetto. No había que ser sociólogo para entender cómo se asentó la primera civilización Woongmoolungwoong. Ya lo decía Darwin: "Dios los cría y ellos se juntan"
Tall, short, big, small, fat, slim, black, white, round, square, straight, curved, bony, hairy, bald, some with wings, but after all, all of them caimans. Their nationality, caimanian. All of them, after all, with a caimanic heart, which isn´t any heart, but a special one. One would have to be very caimanic to understand what it is exactly that a caimanic heart feels. And this is why this first species, misunderstood and rebellious started becoming apart from the rest and creating their own ghetto. One didn´t have to study sociology in order to understand how the first Woongmoolungwoong civilization was established. As Darwin mentioned, “God creates them and they get together.