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Spanish · Part One

Arriba del árbol

Up in the Tree

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    Day is breaking.

    AmaneceDay is breakingamanecer · verb, present, indicative, third-person, singular, impersonalmain verb of the sentence
  2. Erdosain walks along the path that runs beside the broken sidewalk by the market gardens.

  3. The coolness of the morning reaches the most remote little cell of his tired lungs.

  4. Although overhead the sky still darkens, and all this darkness comes down to bring things close to the eyes, since the distant ones are invisible on the horizon.

  5. Through the channel of back alleys, some grey-green bands slowly redden.

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    Erdosain walks on, thinking:

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    —This is sad as the desert.

  8. Right now she is sleeping with him.

  9. 4

    Quickly the watery brightness of dawn fills the alleys with whitish vapors.

  10. Erdosain says to himself:

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    —Still, one has to be strong.

  12. I remember when I was a kid.

  13. I used to think I saw walking, along the crests of the clouds, great men with curly hair and their upright limbs plated in light.

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    In reality they walked inside the country of Joy that was within me.

  15. Ah!, and to lose a dream is almost like losing a fortune.

  16. What am I saying?

  17. It is worse.

  18. One has to be strong — that is the only truth.

  19. And to have no pity.

  20. And even if one feels tired, to tell oneself: I am tired now, I am sorry now, but I won't be tomorrow.

  21. That is the truth.

  22. Tomorrow.

  23. 7

    Erdosain closes his eyes.

  24. A scent he cannot tell whether it is of spikenard or of carnation sprinkles the air with a mysterious, festive perfuming.

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    And Erdosain thinks:

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    —In spite of everything, it is necessary to graft a joy onto life.

  27. One cannot live like this.

  28. It isn't right.

  29. Above all our misery a joy must float, I don't know, something more beautiful than the ugly human face, than the horrible human truth.

  30. The Astrologer is right.

  31. One must inaugurate the empire of the Lie, of magnificent lies.

  32. To worship someone?

  33. To make a way for oneself through this forest of stupidity?

  34. But how?

  35. 10

    Erdosain continues his soliloquy, his cheekbones tinged with pink:

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    —What does it matter whether I am a murderer or a degraded man?

  37. Does that matter?

  38. No.

  39. It is secondary.

  40. There is something more beautiful than the vileness of all men together, and it is joy.

  41. If I were happy, happiness would absolve me of my crime.

  42. Joy is the essential thing.

  43. And also to love someone...

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    The sky turns green in the distance, while the low-lying darkness still wraps the trunks of the trees.

  45. Erdosain frowns.

  46. From his spirit there rise vapors of memory, golden mists, gleaming rails that lose themselves in the field of an afternoon vaulted with sun.

  47. And the face of the girl, a pale little face, with greenish eyes and black curls escaping from under a little cloth hat, rises from the surface of his spirit.

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    Two years ago.

  49. No.

  50. Three.

  51. Yes, three years.

  52. What was she called?

  53. María, María Esther.

  54. What was she called?

  55. The sweet little face now fills, with its warmth, a darkened space of reverie.

  56. He remembers so many things!

  57. He was sitting at her side, the wind was stirring her black curls, and suddenly he reached out his hand and between his fingertips took the girl's burning chin.

  58. Where is she now?

  59. Under what roof does she sleep?

  60. if he found her, would he recognize her?

  61. Three years ago.

  62. He met her on a train, talked with her for a few minutes over fifteen days, and then he disappeared.

  63. That is all and nothing more.

  64. And she didn't know that he was married.

  65. What would she have said had she known it?

  66. Yes, now he remembers.

  67. She was called María.

  68. But does that matter at all?

  69. No.

  70. There was something more beautiful in all that, the sweet fever that fell from her eyes, at moments green and at moments brown.

  71. And her silence.

  72. Erdosain remembers railway journeys; he is sitting beside the girl who has let her head drop onto his shoulder, he tangles his fingers in her curls, and the fifteen-year-old girl trembles in silence.

  73. If she knew now that he plans to kill a man, what would she say?

  74. She probably wouldn't understand that word.

  75. And Erdosain remembers with what schoolgirl shyness she would raise her arm and rest her hand on his cheeks rough with stubble; and perhaps that happiness, the one he lost, is the very one needed to wipe so much trace of ugliness from the human face.

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    Erdosain now examines himself with curiosity.

  77. Why does he think so many things?

  78. By what right?

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    Since when do candidates for murderers think?

  80. And yet, there is something in him that gives thanks to the Universe.

  81. Does it consist of humility or of love?

  82. He doesn't know, but he understands that in incoherence there is sweetness; it occurs to him that a poor soul, on going mad, gratefully abandons the sufferings of this earth.

  83. And below this pity, an implacable, almost ironic force twists his lip with a grimace of contempt.

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    The gods exist.

  85. They live hidden under the covering of certain men who remember life on the planet when the earth was still a child.

  86. He too encloses a god.

  87. Is it possible?

  88. He touches his nose, sore from the punches he took from Barsut, and the implacable force insists on that affirmation: He carries a god hidden under his aching skin.

  89. But has the Penal Code foreseen what punishment can be applied to a homicidal god?

  90. What would the examining magistrate say if he answered him: "I sin because I carry a god in me"?

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    But isn't it true?

  92. This love, this force he carries through the dawn, beneath the dampness of the trees that drip dew in the darkness, is it not a virtue of the gods?

  93. And again from the surface of his spirit rises the relief of that memory: An oval pale little face that had greenish eyes and black curls sometimes blown against her throat by the wind.

  94. How simple this is!

  95. He needs to say nothing, so perfect is his rapture.

  96. Though there would be nothing improbable in his having gone mad thinking of the schoolgirl beneath the trees that drip dampness.

  97. If not, how is it explained that his soul is so different from the one that possessed him in the night?

  98. Or is it that at night only dark thoughts can be conceived?

  99. Even if it is so, it does not matter.

  100. He is another man now.

  101. He smiles beside the trees.

  102. Isn't this magnificently idiotic?

  103. The Melancholy Pimp, the depraved Blind Woman, Ergueta with his myth of Christ, the Astrologer, all these incomprehensible phantoms, who speak human words, who have a fleshly word, what are they beside him who, leaning on a post, beside a privet hedge, feels the advance of life that comes to touch his chest?

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    He is another man, and by the mere fact of having thought of the girl who, in a train car, would let her head drop onto his shoulder.

  105. Erdosain closes his eyes.

  106. The acrid smell of the earth sends a shiver through him.

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    A vertigo rises from his tired flesh.

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    Another man comes up the road.

  109. A hoarse whistle reaches him from the station.

  110. Other men in caps or crooked hats cross in the distance.

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    In truth, what the devil is he doing there?

  112. Erdosain winks one eyelid; he is aware that he is cheating God, that he is playing the comedy of a man who has not managed to turn aside God's curse.

  113. And yet, before his eyes there pass at moments gusts of darkness, and a kind of dull drunkenness is taking hold of his senses.

  114. He would like to violate something.

  115. To violate common sense.

  116. If there were a haystack over there he would set fire to it...

  117. Something repugnant bloats his face: these are the grim expressions of madness; suddenly he looks at a tree, gives a leap, reaches a branch, clutches at it, and gripping the trunk with his feet, helping himself with his elbows, he manages to clamber up to the fork of the acacia.

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    His shoes slip on the glossy bark, the twigs whip his face springily, he stretches out his arm and grabs a branch, poking his head out through the wet leaves.

  119. The street, below, goes on sloping down toward an archipelago of trees.

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    He is up in the tree.

  121. He has violated common sense, just because, with no purpose, like someone who murders a passerby who crossed his path, to see whether the police can later track him down.

  122. Toward the east, against the greenish wash of the sky, funereal chimneys stand out in silhouette; then mounds of greenery like monstrous herds of elephants fill the lowlands of Bánfield, and the same sadness is in him.

  123. It is not enough to have violated common sense in order to feel happy.

  124. Still, he makes an effort and says out loud:

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    —Hey! sleeping beasts: hey!, I swear that... but no... I want to violate the law of common sense, you calm little creatures... No.

  126. What I want is to proclaim audacity, the new life.

  127. I am speaking from up in the tree; I am not "out on a limb", but in the acacia: hey! sleeping beasts.

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    Quickly his strength drains away.

  129. He looks around, almost startled to find himself in such a position; suddenly the face of the remote girl bursts inside him like a flower, and, immensely ashamed of the comedy he is playing, he climbs down from the tree.

  130. He is beaten.

  131. He is a wretch.

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Los siete locos, Roberto Arlt. Part One.
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Public-domain Spanish (Arlt, d. 1942). English translation © 2026 1732 Studios, LLC.
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