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A fourth stripped. Paredes white, spotless, painted on the lime and cement.
With his head resting on one arm, face down and sheltered by cotton sheets, a cronopio sank into reveries.
First, imagine trees, then endowed them with fruit, then imagined birds, painted in colors. Cerrado with eyes delighted in his thoughts.
He fell asleep with a smile.
He slept deeply, at length fell asleep.
In between dreams spent an hour, in between his dreams was two. It was three, became four, spent a little more.
suddenly awoke frightened, a touch soft and rough at the same time he had covered half the body.
Smiling again, he leaned back. His room had no walls, was lush and green. The birds sang and a blanket, tucked it mildly vine.

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A cronopio commissioned a famous invention of the wheel.

"It's time to invent the wheel, it will be very nice," said the cronopio (of course, so prehistoric.)
"And very useful," he said the fame. But cronopio was no longer listening because I was too busy papando gigantic prehistoric flies (ie, huge).

The fame ran enthusiastically into his cave-workshop (which is not as it is imagined).
A week (7 days "? 8, 9? Does it matter?) Returned with a wheel per-fec-ta-men-te round with a hole in the center (of course). The cronopio the looked embarrassed for a long time.

- It's round! "Snapped" That does not work.

The fame did not understand the objection, but the commander was cronopio (because he had thought of inventing the wheel) so I went back to his workshop and, a little less enthusiastic, he turned his unique radio device other multiple radios. Another week had passed. When fame appeared before the cronopio with oval hole in the middle, cronopio looked again for a long time (not so much as before).

"Congratulations, you are much prettier, but still very round," said the inventor cronopio.

Al fame and did not like the project and quit, fairly reluctantly.

"But ... "Said the cronopio.

However, after thinking for a while, added: "But

...


Subtitle: Meeting between cronopio and fame in the house of fame.
Cronopio:-Fame good, generous fame, can I borrow your hammer and your tool?
Fame: "Yes.
End of the meeting between the cronopio and fame in the house of fame


Chapter VI
Turning Point: final invention of the wheel.
The cronopio took several days to learn to use the hammer, many others learn to use the chisel, and more on learning to use a hammer and chisel. But the effort was worth it, the stone was left handle; cooperated with cronopio greatly.
A week (whether the days are) the work was finished.
The cronopio was so happy I danced and danced catala truce for at least two weeks (perhaps a few hours?). After a great effort had reached three final versions de rueda: una triangular con hueco en un borde, una cuadrada sin huecos por ningún lado y (su preferida), una completamente chata y con cerca de 28 huecos.
El cronopio expuso su obra en la puerta de su cueva y fue, feliz, a dormir el sueño de los justos.

La creatividad y la belleza habían, finalmente, vencido al pragmatismo (¡hurra por eso!). Lástima que uno de los mayores avances de la humanidad habría de esperar unos cuantos miles de años más para ver la luz (bueno, ya la había visto, ¿no? Pero no gustar).



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To all this, what was a cronopio #@#$%? [1]

En exclusiva, y robado descaradamente de YouTube, un reportaje Cortazar, which asked what a cronopio (and fame, and a hope) and that, fortunately, does not answer the question.



The report is 1977.
Greetings! And we hope that they have not been clarified nothing.

Cronopio and cronopio.

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How lucky the world is so far away! Venus

not swerve from the yellow line. It is the only safe place. Outside the horrible things happening online: Famine, war, ideologies found, sunk by their own cultures stubbornness. Stay on the yellow line. Road without worries about her that everything will be fine. Until you get out of line, the world is so so far.
That yes, look at the floor, your field of vision must be yellow. Do not ever look forward, not seeing what went before. Fewer still look to the side and discover that the world is so so close that the world is there. That's you.
They want our good. They do not want to suffer needlessly. For those unwilling to cross the line. I know, most can not even enter the line, but it is, the realities are harsh and inevitable (thankfully are long gone). Consolata
well: those who do not pass the yellow trail are exposed to wonderful situations: smoking worms, fungi, Hypertrophic, rabbits insane (yes, well, also a queen cortacabezas). And is free to dream, to think, to expose wing danger and feeling alive. To confront, to try to plug that line, maybe paint it blue, iridescent or a flamboyant, trying to bring the real world to those living in this illusory as long cuendoi wakes up crying, inconsolably. Best
, blue no. I think red is more cheerful. We can also make weird forks, these will add an extra touch of interest. But you do not depart from the yellow line is safe. Segi out there that everything will be disgustingly good. As you go through it, fortunately, the world is so, so far.