Sarape
Comic en español "Sarape" el apodo de José Hernández, Un mexicano en busca de venganza
viernes, 21 de febrero de 2014
viernes, 12 de julio de 2013
Sarape(mexicano) #1
At the
top of the mountain ... down
there is a strange guy, riding a horse as
dark color like a shadow ... get to see your
serape torn, colorful but dusty ... as if happiness had been deleted ...
Seeing him near a wind feels warm and wet as desert rain ... his face is that of a Mexican, it shows in their Indian features and his dark skin ... a serious expression ... like he wanted to cry and mourn ... but her face is a dry rock does not move at all ... load on his back two Winchester Model 1894 or 30/30 in some way puts behind his blanket ... like ignoring the ridiculously huge hat, so big it makes it look darker on his horse ...
Seeing him near a wind feels warm and wet as desert rain ... his face is that of a Mexican, it shows in their Indian features and his dark skin ... a serious expression ... like he wanted to cry and mourn ... but her face is a dry rock does not move at all ... load on his back two Winchester Model 1894 or 30/30 in some way puts behind his blanket ... like ignoring the ridiculously huge hat, so big it makes it look darker on his horse ...
En la cima del monte… se observa descender a un extraño tipo,
montado en un caballo de color tan obscuro como una sombra… se logra ver su
sarape desgarrado, colorido pero empolvado…
como si la felicidad se hubiera borrado…
Al verle de cerca se siente un viento cálido y húmedo, como
lluvia del desierto… su rostro es el de un mexicano, se nota en sus rasgos indígenas
y su piel morena... una expresión seria… como si quisiera gritar y llorar...
pero su rostro, es una roca seca no se mueva para nada… carga en su espalda dos
Winchester Modelo 1894 o 30/30 de alguna forma las coloca detrás de su sarape…
como ignorar ese ridículamente enorme sobrero, tan grande que hace ver más
oscuro a su caballo…
His eyes ahead ...
with one goal in mind ...
He stops at the door of jestertown ... to ask for directions ... a guy with his Winchester 1873 ... as a child with a toy ... a smile on his face feeling confident man ...
The guy says, welcome to the hole of evil
The Mexican turns and says in a voice hoarse Where do I find Peter Joy?
The guy realize this is surprising, leaves aside his gun and says shakily thought not mess with the Fat J. ... Since returning south no one can with it.
Man takes his weapon and says charging Turns out he came south.
He stops at the door of jestertown ... to ask for directions ... a guy with his Winchester 1873 ... as a child with a toy ... a smile on his face feeling confident man ...
The guy says, welcome to the hole of evil
The Mexican turns and says in a voice hoarse Where do I find Peter Joy?
The guy realize this is surprising, leaves aside his gun and says shakily thought not mess with the Fat J. ... Since returning south no one can with it.
Man takes his weapon and says charging Turns out he came south.
Su mirada al frente… con una meta en la mente…
Se detiene a las puertas de jestertown… para pedir
indicaciones… un chico con su Winchester 1873… como un niño con un juguete… una
sonrisa en su rostro confiado sintiéndose hombre…
El chico dice- bienvenido al agujero del mal
El mexicano voltea y le dice con una voz ronca- ¿Dónde encuentro
a Peter Joy?
El chico al darse cuenta de esto se sorprende, deja a un
lado su arma y con voz temblorosa dice-
No pensara meterse con el Gordo J. … desde que volvió del sur no hay quien
pueda con él.
El hombre toma su arma la carga y dice- Resulta que el sur vino
él.
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