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Spanish · Part One

El terror en la calle

Terror in the Street

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    Without any doubt his life was strange, because at times a hasty hope would fling him out into the street.

    SinWithoutsin · prepositionmodifies era
    dudadoubtduda · noun, feminine, singularpart of the phrase Sin
    algunaanyalguno · determiner, feminine, singularmodifies duda
    suhissu · determiner, singulardeterminer of vida
    vidalifevida · noun, feminine, singularsubject of extraña
    erawasser · auxiliary verb, imperfect, indicative, third-person, singularcopula linking to extraña
    extrañastrangeextraño · adjective, feminine, singularpredicate complement of era
    porquebecauseporque · subordinating conjunctionintroduces the clause of lanzaba
    aata · prepositionmodifies lanzaba
    vecestimesvez · noun, feminine, pluralpart of the phrase a
    unaauno · determiner, feminine, singulardeterminer of esperanza
    esperanzahopeesperanza · noun, feminine, singularsubject of lanzaba
    apresuradahastyapresurado · adjective, feminine, singularmodifies esperanza
    lohimél · pronoun, accusative, masculine, singulardirect object of lanzaba
    lanzabawould flinglanzar · verb, imperfect, indicative, third-person, singularadverbial clause on era
    aintoa · prepositionpreposition marking calle
    latheel · determiner, feminine, singulardeterminer of calle
    callestreetcalle · noun, feminine, singularoblique complement of lanzaba
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    Then he would take a bus and get off in Palermo or in Belgrano.

  3. He would walk thoughtfully along the silent avenues, telling himself: –A maiden will see me, a tall girl, pale and intent, who out of whim drives her own Rolls–Royce.

  4. She will be strolling sadly.

  5. All at once she looks at me and understands that I will be the one love of her whole life, and that gaze, which was an insult to every wretched soul, will come to rest on me, her eyes brimming with tears.

  6. 3

    The reverie uncoiled over this foolishness while he slid slowly along in the shade of the tall facades and the green plane trees, which on the white floor tiles broke their shadow into triangles.

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    –She'll be worth millions, but I will tell her: "Miss, I cannot touch you.

  8. Even if you wished to give yourself to me, I would not take you."

  9. She will look at me, surprised; then I will tell her: "And it's all useless, you see, it's useless, because I am married."

  10. But she will offer Elsa a fortune so that she divorces me, and then we will marry, and in her yacht we will go off to Brazil.

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    And the simplicity of this dream was enriched by the name of Brazil, which, harsh and hot, cast before him a pink and white coast, cutting with edges and perpendiculars into the tenderly blue sea.

  12. Now the maiden had lost her tragic stiffness and was –beneath the white silk of her dress, plain as a schoolgirl's– a smiling creature, shy and bold at once.

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    And Erdosain was thinking:

  14. 7

    –We will never have any sexual contact.

  15. To make our love last longer, we will rein in desire, and I will not even kiss her on the mouth, but on the hand.

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    And he imagined the happiness that would purify his life, if such an impossibility were to come to pass, but it was easier to halt the earth in its course than to bring about such an absurdity.

  17. Then, saddened by a vague courage, he would say to himself:

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    –Well, I'll be a pimp.

  19. –And all at once a horror more terrible than the other horrors would unscrew his conscience.

  20. He had the sensation that all the notches of his soul were bleeding as if under the bit of a lathe, and, his understanding paralyzed, dulled with anguish, he went off at wild random in search of brothels.

  21. Then he knew the terror of the fraudster, the luminous terror that is like the burst of a great sunlit day over the convexity of a saltpetre works.

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    He let himself be dragged along by the impulses that wrench at the man who feels himself for the first time at the gates of prison, blind impulses that drive a wretch to gamble his life on a playing card or on a woman.

  23. Perhaps seeking in the card and in the female a brutal, sad consolation, perhaps seeking in everything most vile and sunken a certain certainty of purity that would save him for good.

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    And in the sweltering hours of the siesta, under the yellow sun, he walked along sidewalks of hot tiles in search of the filthiest brothels.

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    He chose by preference those in whose entryways he saw orange peels and trails of ash, and the panes lined with red or green baize, protected by wire mesh.

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    He would go in with death in his soul.

  27. In the courtyard, under the framed square of blue sky, there was usually a single bench painted ochre, and onto it he would let himself drop, exhausted, enduring the icy stare of the madam, while he waited for the prostitute to come out, a woman hideous from thinness or from fatness.

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    And the harlot would shout to him from the half-open door of the bedroom, inside which one could hear the sound of a man getting dressed:

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    –Shall we go, dear? –and Erdosain would walk into the other bedroom, his ears ringing and a whirling mist over his eyes.

  30. 16

    Then he would lie back on the bed varnished a liver color, on top of the blankets dirtied by boots, which protected the bedspread.

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    Suddenly he would feel an urge to weep, to ask that horrible fat slut what love was, the angelic love that the celestial choirs sang at the foot of the throne of the living God, but anguish would plug his larynx while from revulsion his stomach clenched on him like a fist.

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    And meanwhile the prostitute would leave her restless hand resting on his clothes.

  33. Erdosain would say to himself:

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    –What have I made of my life?

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    A ray of sun cut aslant the glass of the transom covered with cobwebs, and the harlot, her cheek resting on the pillow and one leg laid over his, moved her hand slowly while he, saddened, said to himself:

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    –What is it that I have made of my life?

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    Suddenly remorse would sadden his soul; he would remember his wife, who for lack of money had to wash her own clothes despite being ill, and then, sickened by himself, he would leap from the bed, hand the money to the prostitute, and, without having used her, flee toward another hell to spend the money that did not belong to him, to sink deeper into his madness that howled at every hour.

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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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