Cuentos de amor de locura y de muerte es un libro de cuentos de Horacio Quiroga publicado El almohadón de plumas · El perro rabioso (relato excluido a partir de la tercera edición); A la deriva · La insolación · El alambre de púa · Los . La insolación. Español. Book ID: La insolación. Book cover may not be accurate (+) Horacio Quiroga (23 books). Wikipedia: See this author on. PARA LEER: La insolación Horacio Quiroga, cuentista sinfin. com/la-insolacion/.
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You are commenting using your Facebook account. Thomi Gambarini rated it it was amazing Sep 30, He looked out at the monotonous inwolacion of Chaco that switched between fields and hills, hills and fields colorless besides the cream white of the grass and the black of the bush. There they remained without moving, it was still too early to be bothered by flies. But the dogs remained ,a. Besides in his fields, he had never been one to follow the lead. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use.
The dogs, tanned by the angled sun, drooped their eyelids, softening their lashes with effeminate blinks. After an hour, they raised their heads; for on the far side of the odd two-story ranch—the bottom floor was made from mud and the second made from wood, with hallways and cottage railings— they could sense the steps of their master coming down the stairs.
La insolación by Horacio Quiroga
The dogs arched their backs and stood on their toes, barking with restrained fury at the Death that drew closer. He quickly ate lunch and got on.
While bathing, the dogs drew closer and sniffed his boots, lazily wagging their tails. The burning heat that had grown incessantly for the last three days added to the suffocating of decomposing time.
Return to Book Page. One by one the pack grew with the arrival of the other members: As soon as he had concluded his mission inwolacion was free, the poor horse, whose midsection was covered in lashes, shook her lowered head and fell to her side. Their eyes turned indifferently towards a passing ox, and continued their customary stare of the land.
There was not a single cloud or gust of wind. The puppy, with subtle remembrance, turned his head, comparing the two, towards his Master and barked.
After a moment, he said. Euskal Srpski marked it as to-read Jan 24, The others, without responding, began to bark furiously, with a relentless attitude of fearful attack.
He began to walk again. Horacio Silvestre Quiroga Forteza was an Uruguayan playwright, poet, and above all short story writer. The peones went back to the plow around two despite the scorching sun, because, well, weeds grow endlessly in the cotton fields. Open Preview See a Problem? Jorge Hurtado rated it really liked it Apr 09, The animal walked with its head down, apparently indecisive about which path to follow.
All the meanwhile the heat grew. Insloacion dogs could then insolaccion the change of owner closing in on them.
Mister Jones convinced himself that he had overstepped his limits. You are commenting using your WordPress.
Just a moment while we sign you in to your Goodreads account. They laid down for a while but fatigue soon made them sit on their haunches in order to breathe deeper. Notify me of new comments via email. The five fox-terriers, splayed and dead from comfort, slept.
The next morning Mister Jones was still himself, tying the mules to the plow and working until nine.
Nicolas Alvarez rated it liked it Oct 04, There was no screw: Alix added it Jul 18, He was getting ready to get back on the plow quiorga he unexpectedly saw the worker atop the horse. Irina Karlen added it Apr 26, Hearing the howls, the peones looked out over the horizon but saw nothing.
At last, with the house in ihsolacion, they sped up their trot. He looked up and down over the grazing field.
Mister Jones, without responding, took off his summer hat and left in search of the tool. The night went along and the four aged dogs, under the light of the moon, their snouts extended and arched up in howls—well loved and taken care of by their Master they were about to lose— continued crying in their domesticated misery.