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Me apoyaba en la barra de hierro que bordea los acuarios y me ponia a mirarios. The aquarium guard smiled perplexedly taking my ticket. I began seeing in the axolotis a metamorphosis which did not succeed in revoking a mysterious humanity.
Me sentia innoble frente a ellos, habia una pureza tan espantosa en esos ojos transparentes. The axolotls were like witnesses of something, and at times like horrible judges.
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They were suffering, eveiy fiber of my body reached toward that stifled pain, that stiff torment at the bottom of the tank. Sufrian, cada fibra de mi cuerpo alcanzaba ese sufrimiento amordazado, esa tortura rigida en el fondo del agua.
He returned many times, but he comes less often now. Axxolotl continued to look at me, immobile; from time to time the rosy branches of the gills stiffened.
Contents 1 Synopsis 2 The Axolotl 3 Analysis 3. I read that specimens of them had been found in Africa capable of living on dry land during the periods of drought, and continuing their life under water when the rainy season came. No transition and no surprise, I saw my face against the glass, I saw it on the outside of the tank, I saw it on the other side of the glass.
They were larvas, but larva means disguise and also phantom. They and I knew. My face was pressed against the glass of the aquarium, my eyes were attempting once more to penetrate the mystery of those eyes of gold without iris, without pupil.
Los axolotl eran como testigos de algo, y a veces como horribles jueces. I saw a rosy little body, translucent I thought of those Chinese figurines of milky glasslooking like a small lizard about six inches long, ending in a fish’s tail of extraordinary delicacy, the most sensitive part of our body.
The title itself would be meaningful only to a marine biologist, and so the story’s narrator takes time to look up the name in a library: They and I knew.
Or I was also in him, or all of us were thinking humanlike, incapable of expression, limited to the golden splendor of our eyes looking at the face of the man pressed against the aquarium.
That looked and knew. From this juncture on, the narrator is captivated by these small aquatic animals. Obscurely I seemed to understand their secret will, to abolish space and time with an indifferent immobility. Briefly he worked as a director of a publishing company and worked as a translator in Argentina.
The socioeconomic status of the narrator, as assumed from his apparent lack of job, family, or friends, strengthens the interpretation that he is an untreated schizophrenia patient.
El azar me llevo hasta ellos una maiiana de primavera en que Paris abria su cola de pavo real despues de la lenta invemada. To his distress, his family believed them to be plagiarized. In that instant I felt a muted pain; perhaps they were seeing me, attracting my strength to penetrate into the impenetrable thing of their lives.
He was exiled from his home country, but he did not feel completely European. In the story, julioo narrator also displays a certain type of neoteny. Nor is there a simple, common explanation in psychology, that “my own sensibility was projecting a nonexistent consciousness upon the axolotls,” for that would be the device of traditional and coryazar magical realism, an excuse for everything fabulous that has transpired.
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Baje por el bulevar de Port Royal, tome St. Even though his frequent visits confuse the aquarium guards, he returns to spend more and more time in front of the axolotl’s tank.