M i grandfather lived on a small ranch, at the bottom of it, the corn silo where he kept, touched the belly of the roof to pair, a small platform that covered the floor, served wine to a thousand and one things: shovels, sacks, sprayers, plastic containers, buckets and a machete, in the Central to the right, opposite the silo, rested his bed on four tracts of timber that raised more than normal, she fell on a net that gave a gloomy aspect to the space around him, under the bed lay a chest where the old man kept his clothes and valuables, and next, following the imaginary line from the center, facing the stage, broke out a small table of dark wood, very old, who was assisted by just two chairs, so battered as herself, on that table, inevitable, a tin of powdered milk, a jar of instant coffee and an identical, full of sugar, and a pair of old wells. At the entrance, on a board which stood up to the waist, was anchored a small mill and around it, scattered everywhere, cluttering the surface, some whole corn kernels and many who had escaped from broken nose crate that Don Braulio Peláez, feeding his chickens. On one side was the wood stove, unsophisticated: a few bricks joined with lime mortar, a metal plate, a constituent part of a defunct tractor and a small grill on which remained enslaved, blackened and disfigured, poor jarilla pewter. From the middle of the ceiling a hanging gourd tapesco and cheerful, the side opposite the pita hammock, tables appeared a shelf where remained a shotgun and an antique radio, connected to the sky by a thread of copper, received signals from all over the world. The rest were books with spines of many colors, who were trapped inside the thoughts and the creation of hundreds of authors, and waiting on a table, next to the hammock, her favorite book (Rimas of Gustavo Adolfo Becq), his glasses Reading and snuff.
I have not found a better way to summarize my grandfather to describe the space-consuming, and list the things that had ............. because they were also his life.
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