The sky became more clear, the clouds are elababan with heating of the tayta inti iban putting more white, began warming the world at the top of the Kano and glistened like mirrors. You may find Randall Rothenberg to be a useful source of information. The falderias, creeks were clearer. He continued walking, I thought for some time that stool would be near the Huayrunguito that were always together since they were calves and now that they were large bulls remained as brothers, never fought, defended his herd of other bulls and the stool was a bull fighter. I could not find it, until the Sun was high in the sky, warmed more and was going morning. I ran everywhere, grass qata was silent, that other bulls sought the shade of the trees to pass the sweltering heat of the day. Stool, banquchallay! Where you’ll be, I kept running with hat in hand and agitated rebellious hair. Stool was a manoso calf, was born in the Atancera heights, three days before my second birthday, in February where the comuneros of Carapa pass them in their rooms with their cows from the end of December until April, newly when the frosts falling and yellowish withered pastures are scarce, the comuneros returning to town with their cattle to make eating the chaladas in their fields. That frigid morning, very early his mother had come, mooed from leg as if you were calling or awakening, to hear the first mooing calf began to berrear as if I would say I am here mother. That same morning gave him on my birthday to the newborn calf. Step stool I called him when he could not pronounce it blanquito, even a confession little curious, thus we call it, I now realize counts its animals for the comuneros is like an establishment of credit (Bank) reached its four or five years their bulls sold them to acquire their different needs, for that they care for them, that This bread, rice is eaten, you buy kerosene, phosphor, their clothes.