Roosters are below the prism is a triangular extruded concrete structure that will cover the sun. Is prepared from east to west so that the animal access the south or north, thus avoiding the beam of sunlight. Everyone is fighting cocks and stay several hours in their "tipis" as they call the people to those prefabricated structures. I enjoy seeing them. In the afternoon, when the sun disappears behind the hill out cocks. There is tension because the clipping could fight, well, that says someone who knows their ways of parenting. The roosters wakes and look in the dull afternoon their feathers and a jump is mounted on the tip of his "tepee." All together. Her chest seems prepared to take their silence. It seems that sigh a prayer and maybe think about the fight that lead to death in his short life. A voice interrupted the scene but they did not rampage. Undaunted, they remain even-handed as an extension of the structure. Patients of the night, dark, and coming through us all. Me languid thoughts come to me and watch the animal's eye, the flicker irregular, sharp peak, its heartbreaking legs. The mornings have to be deafening in the cockpit. Here where the crickets are not many twists and flutter their wings. Beyond is the slope down to river. In its waters say women bathed Tierra Colorada in the days of San Juan. It is believed that this made them more beautiful and above all something in particular: they grew their hair. In the town hall, is a picture of those times of train, she looks like an opaque enviroment the Cerro del Indio, then the little sign that warned travelers who came to this earth red and cocks first plane is a row of women dressed in the traditional flowers shawl is amazing hair length of all: they arrive at the foot, twisted his shoes. A one a rooster pecking hair so long that it drags on the ground. Now in this village women are bald or have thinning hair and short, and the roosters die, coloring plus ground, disappearing into the night.
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