Free. Here we are in Chinandega account. Here goes the story hear hear,
though it' s called gamo boliverto chinan tales. This fact originated in
the region of the Chucoyos, where Celestino Flores lived, the protagonist of this
story. Celestino, lived a little house with his mother and his uncle Esmeral.
This Emerald aunt, she was quite old, very good woman, but
very sick, bereft and things, because they didn' t go very well
as we say, because she was a very or and Emerald family. Uh
- huh, look, I' m gonna take care of it, I
want to get a job and that' s my son and he' s
gonna leave your mom and get me down there. What I want is for
us to have enough to live. We' ve had a lot of trouble
here. Your mother works very cold valho is for the good of all days.
It' s for the good of everything, for the good of everyone.
And there' s a chair, so look, I' m gonna
go down Chinandega' s side. They say there' s plenty of work
out there. I' m gonna go try nothing. Okay, hey,
nephew. Who knows, Chico, when you come back, I' m
alive. I already have one foot in the grave. And your mom,
she' s still strong. She' s the younger sister, but I
' m already a fence. Surrender or you emerald name. You see us
you will bury everything. But how do I do, Auntie, how do
I do to tell my mom the news, because you give the son.
That' s all. Tell him the truth. When you tell the truth,
you feel great joy. It feels like a clean conscience. Talk to
your mom, son, well, she deserves not to be afflicted Auntie,
not Cold in Veranda. I' m going to be good, I'
m going to be sending you realies so you don' t have to go
through any trouble. Hoye, that' s right Tell your mother nephew.
That' s right to tell him so he can at least understand what you
' re trying to earn more realies. And I have to talk to him
right now,' cause I' m gonna leave tomorrow, man soon.
That' s right, Auntie, that' s right I have to go
before cotton planting starts. If I' m late, then I lose the
hook. Well, I' m gonna let my mom know today. Just
today, my friend, Celestino' s mother, had no choice. Gulliberto
just had to accept the son' s journey and there was back, man,
far back. The next day the boy left full of illusions to look
for work. He was a good son, Greveto, and he wanted to
send him real on his map. He was a forced son and says the
case is that the royal road, which passed by the Chocoyo and walked like
two leagues to get to the railway station, where he would take the train
to Chinandega. That afternoon he was riding on the Grand Jung Jung, on
the train. He had finally left the village. He was coming to Chinandega
already in search of work and grub his life. I was going to change.
Of course I do. In fact, there is a good job in
Chinandega and friend I call myself celestial Flores. I' m from the Chocollo
Valley and I need to work. That' s why I come from so
far away. I' m here to look for a job, and I
hope to find you here with you. What do you say, man,
I like the way you talk so loose. You don' t feel sorry
for me I give you a job, because I accept it. What you
can do to the macheto. There is no one like me milking, for
I am good at sowing as well and also adding, subtracting, multiplying and
dividing a number. Nobody fools me, man, because you stay here,
so you' re gonna earn ten pesos a day to start going on a
trip, what a fucking trip. I knew I wouldn' t be here
one day for nothing in Chinondega. I knew it. That' s why
wey came in and started working. Celestino, Gilberto started earning ten pesos.
As you read, he made 15 pesos a day. At that time,
it was a very good salary Don' t get it wrong Don' t
think it' s like a good time to get loose. That' s
how he spent four months in celestial freedom. He wrote to his mother and
sent him real once in a while, man, enough to make him look
good with his emerald aunt, oliverto man, and, to tell the truth,
man, that family' s situation had improved, man, nothing more
than his son was missing. In the mothers she remained sad, the poor
old woman and the emerald aunt. She was also getting sicker every day.
Librito, but well, you guys don' t want to tell the story.
One Sunday Celestino walked around Chinandega legarto and didn' t know how he
was going to hit the station. Just as the train was reaching out to
my friends it was a great gentleman who were traveling in the clothes that went
and Celestino was taking a fresh, refreshing, when suddenly you didn' t
touch a lady getting off a ball. Oh, yeah, I was broadcasting.
Esmeralda, d emerald day looks or m trenarangada and engrama to see where
you want it and what miracle you around here or to and about I never
thought I would see. But you' re okay, fat and healthy and
listen to me and my mom, how are you? Tell me to see,
tell me, well, she' s a little sick. Nephew,
yes, son, I' d say I' d know it goes to
the chocoyos to see your mother, son and you tell her to give you
seven leaves of San Diego, Seven leaves of San Diego. You say yes,
don' t forget little, seven or San Diego. It' s
very good for warmth. But, man, if I' m not sick,
my mom is the one who, you say, is sick, because
you don' t understand me, but then you' ll understand me.
Try to see your mom, son, she wants to see you, she
' s sad and distressed. I want to see now. I have to
go to Corinth to see my grandson that I have Don' t forget,
son, going to see your mom is going today, if possible, but
listen to me. You Esmeralda, listen to me, listen to me The
nephew train leaves me. See you there and say hello to your mother Salus,
little boy, friends, my little word, little word that I find
here with his aunt Amalanta. He left everything confused. That' s why
the boy decided to ask for permission at work and went home. The next
day we rushed, friends, like having something, like feeling something. He
did it the day back to grieving, and the next day he was on
his way home. From the chocolates. He came home and this long night
he did something strange free. There was a crowd dressed in black, it
was vilbert night they were all praying. He came up and looked for his
mom. When I see him who died, who they' re praying to.
Your Aunt Miralga, died yesterday, son, as you say, your
Aunt Esmeralda, died yesterday, sonny mit Randa. Yeah, we buried her
today. I couldn' t tell you and how you knew my aunt emerald.
My Aunt Esmeralda says, but what' s wrong with you, son,
you' re pale, you' re shaking. It' s just
look, my Aunt Esmeralda. He told me to come. I saw her
yesterday, I saw her at the Chinesendega Ja station. But he said he
passed out. Soon, soon you have won a black coffee soon to forbid
my forest passed out celestial. It gave him a great heat. After four
days my jo didn' t get the heat from the big scare. Come
what I told you to hear quantity. Get me seven sheets of San Diego.
That' s what' s gonna get her fever. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. How
do they feel about putting on the sneaky ass? I' m telling you.
Mm what do you think bilver if man, on the same seven leaves
that told him the disjunta pre the same seven leaves of San Diego that death
had recommended him celestial. Oh, yeah, man, those were the ones
your mom asked for because she would take care of you so that the fever
could break out. Man, there' s the vega.