Las bellas y la bestia
Posted in Colaboradores, English Posts, Personal, Tlacaélel on December 13th, 2009 at 0:11 by Tlacaélel
En el marco de la fiesta de muertos la administración de la ex-hacienda puso una ofrenda con motivos locales, alrededor de la cual se formo una suerte de festival cultural con música en vivo y toda la onda. Debido a ello, el municipio otorgó un permiso provisional a varios comerciantes de la zona para vender dentro de la hacienda, cosa que motivó la llegada de la élite local (la bola de políticos). Claro que no era de a gratis, era para hacerse promoción y mostrar como en el municipio “¡si se trabaja!”. Ante la llegada de los ilustres perezosos comenzó a fluir el alcohol a cuenta de la casa (hay que quedar bien con los jefes, dicen), cosa que alegró a muchos y puso ambiente de celebración. Cabe destacar que entre los asistentes de prestigio iba un cura con cierta importancia en la arquidiocesis local que, por supuesto, no pudo dejar de aceptar los tragos que tan ánimosamente le servían (y sin desembolsar del diezmo).
La fiesta transcurría y los tragos no cesaban. Más rápido tardaban en servirse que en desaparecer. No es, pues, de extrañar que el alcohol comenzara a calar el juicio del señor sacerdote. “¿Qué me están dando que sabe más rico que el vino de consagrar?”, escuchaban que decía. Muchos especulan (yo) que lo que disfrutaba el padre en su trago no era otra cosa sino el sabor del pecado. A medida que los gases tóxicos del vicio quemaban el pudor del clérigo, sus ojos cobraban movilidad…casi vida propia. Con cada muchacha joven y guapa que se cruzaba enfrente sus ojos rodaban sin control, siguiendola hasta que se perdía de vista. Beldad tras beldad, sus pupilas iban y venían a tal velocidad que su esclerótica ya sufría de irritación. Y ya no eran solo movimientos de lado a lado, tambien había de arriba a abajo y en diagonal. Ya ni siquiera tenían coordinación, se iban a lados distintos (lo menos, haciendo viscos). Era como un camaleón buscando moscas. En el rostro del cura se apreciaba la frustración del que no posee visión de rayos X (ni novia).
En la cumbre de la borrachera, y al pasar otra inocente cerca del padre, uno de sus acompañantes opinó “pues se ve bien, ¿o no padre?” a lo cual el padre respondió “no hijo, yo no se de eso” sin quitarle la mirada a la susodicha. Imagino que en su mente pensaba “pero con ella me educo” o algo parecido.
No puedo evitar suponer que el señor cura equivocó su oficio.
As you may or may not know, in the 1st and 2nd days of November we mexicans celebrate the “Day of the Dead”. The objective of the celebration is, mainly, remember those who have left the world of the living. In nearly every home families build altars for the deceased, usually with food or drinks that their dead loved ones liked. It is also a common thing to hear about events organized by schools or government instances as part of the celebrations. Keeping on with tradition, the administration of the national park built an altar too this year.
In order to boost tourism in the area, a special permission was issued by the government between established merchants. Usually they just have permission to sell on a designated area just outside the park, but because of the celebration they were given the right to sell inside the park (on an area near the altar). Everyone was pretty happy with this, and soon the whole thing became some sort of cultural festival with music and such. Of course, there ain’t no such thing as a free lunch. This was pretty clear when a group of politicians came into the spotlight. Obviously they were reaping political benefits, promoting their “efforts” within the attendees and receiving the gratitude of the people (a.k.a. free food and free drinks).
The party was on, and alcohol started to flow. Between the VIPs was a catholic priest with some importance in the local archdiocese who was becoming very lively because of the free shots. It’s understandable: it was alcohol and it was free (at least for him). As time passed, alcohol started to cloud the mind of the aforementioned priest. Someone even heard him say “What are you giving me? It tastes great!”. I think that what he liked was the taste of sin. Sin always tastes good, specially if you are not supposed to be tasting it. Anyway, time kept passing and shots kept coming until everyone noticed that the poor priest had problems coordinating his eyes. He seemed like some sort of chamaleon but, instead of hunting for flies, he was hunting for young women! His eyeballs were moving out of control, in different directions and with different speeds. Beauty after beauty, his eyes moved so fast after the women that they were already sore and red. In his face you could see the frustration stare of the man without X-ray vision (or girlfriend).
In the peak of drunkenness and after watching the clergyman check out the rack of another innocent soul, one of his companions told him “she looks doable…doesn’t she, father?”. The priest responded “I don’t know, son, I’m an ignorant on those subjects”, still following the gal with his lascivious stare. I suppose that on the inside he was thinking “…but she surely can teach me one or two things” or something like that.
I think that priest picked up wrong his job.
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