Pel mig del forat va treure el caparró. Les plomes d'un color tan pàl•lid que semblaven quasi blanques s'havien tacat lleugerament amb la pols del terra tan sec. Ben mirat, aquell polsim daurat li donava un toc de color i de gràcia. Amb les primeres i matusseres pases va fer les giragonses que tothom menys els humans fan al començar a caminar. De fet tot el grup ho esperava i el miraven ofegant un riure, impacients a l'hora, els més petits ja esvalotaven. Una vegada trepitjava amb fermesa, va mantenir la compostura, es va aclarir la gola i tot xiulant com dissimulant, va atansar-se i va olorar una per una totes les viandes disposades sobre la negra pedra tèbia. Era evident que no havia nascut a la Terra, havia nascut al Cel. (de Cròniques de la Subsistència) ©aTx2010 (Catalunya, 2009)Through the middle of the hole took out the little head. The feathers of a so pale color looked almost white were stained lightly powder of the ground so dry. After all, that golden dust gave him a touch of color and grace. With the awkwardness of first steps and twisted it to make everyone except humans made when began to walk. In fact the whole group expecting it and looked a choking laugh, impatient at the same time. The children began to excite themselves. Once stamped firmly maintained composure, he has hawk and whistling at the same time dissimulate, he approached it and sniffed one by one all prepared foods over the warm black stone. It was obvious that was not born on Earth, he was born in heaven. (from Chronicles to Survive) ©aTx2010 (Catalonia, 2009)
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