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Many felt his dry, wooden slap; many listened to his odious songs, ferlosi all saw him dance on the tables. Comentarios A La Historia 4. Don Zana kept the pits to make her believe he loved her.

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His chest was a trapezoid. Want to Read saving… Jaramx rating book. Sign in with Facebook Sign in options. Perhaps she had been waiting since she was fifteen.

A rose and mauve lady that had not yet gathered her flesh and her beauty into dark clothes, and still waited, like a rose stripped of its petals, with her faded colors and her artificial smile, bitter as a grimace.

They were dragging their heavy wool, eating the grass among the rubbish, bleating to the neighborhood.

It was that time, the story of Don Zana ‘The Marionette,’ he with the hair cerlosio cream-colored string, he with the large and empty laugh like a slice of watermelon, the one of the Tra-kay, sanvhez, tra-kay, tra-kay, tra-kay, tra on the tables, on the coffins.

This was Don Zana ‘The Marionette,’ the one who used to dance on the tables and the coffins. Margaret Jull Costa Translator.

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Just a moment while we sign you in to your Goodreads account. 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.

Don Zana broke the flower pots ajrama his hand and he laughed at everything.

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Don Zana said to her, ‘You don’t pay for art, kid. He would breakfast on a large cup of chocolate and he would not return until night or dawn. He slept in a pension where no one else stayed. It was when there were geraniums on the balconies, sunflower-seed stands in the Moncloa, herds of yearling sheep in the vacant lots of the Guindalera. 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.

Esas Yndias Equivocadas Y Malditas: The girl cried when days passed without Don Zana’s going by her street.

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.

He would dance in the elevators and on the landings, spill ink wells, beat on pianos ferosio his rigid little gloved hands. This lady was waiting for a husband. Want to Read Currently Reading Read.

Her flesh was slack and she was some forty-five years old. Every morning he would put on his bright red shoes and have them cleaned. Then he would light a fire of dry leaves and fry them. He would throw the cards into the air when he lost, and he didn’t stoop over to pick them up. She returned home crying and, without saying anything to anyone, died of bitterness. Mientras no cambien los dioses, nada ha cambiado 4.

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He liked to argue, to go visiting in houses. Want to Read saving…. El testimonio de Yarfoz 3.

Rafael Sánchez Ferlosio (Author of El Jarama)

The fruitseller’s daughter fell in love with him and gave him apricots and plums. One ferllosio he took her out for a walk. Topics Mentioning This Author.

Discover new books on Goodreads. The fruitseller’s daughter, with her quince-lips, still bloodless, ingenuously kissed that slice-of-watermelon laugh.

He had a disagreeable voice, like the breaking of dry reeds; he talked more than anyone, and jaramw got drunk at the little tables in the taverns. Then, then was the story of Don Zana ‘The Marionette. Refresh and danchez again. 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 used to walk through the outskirts of Madrid and catch small dirty fish in the Manzanares.