Hablaba y hablaba – Max Aub

Hablaba, y hablaba, y hablaba, y hablaba, y hablaba, y hablaba, y hablaba. Y venga hablar. Yo soy una mujer de mi casa. Pero aquella criada gorda no hacía más que hablar, y hablar, y hablar. Estuviera yo donde estuviera, venía y empezaba a hablar. Hablaba de todo y de cualquier cosa, lo mismo le daba. ¿Despedirla por eso? Hubiera tenido que pagarle sus tres meses. Además hubiese sido muy capaz de echarme mal de ojo. Hasta en el baño: que si esto, que si aquello, que si lo de más allá. Le metí la toalla en la boca para que se callara. No murió de eso, sino de no hablar: se le reventaron las palabras por dentro. She talked, and talked, and talked, and talked, and talked, and talked, and talked. And talked more. I’m a woman who likes being at home, but that fat maid didn’t do anything but talk, and talk, and talk. Wherever I was, she’d come and start talking. She talked about everything and anything, it didn’t matter to her. Fire her for that? I’d have had to pay her those three months. On top of that, she’d have been well capeable of giving me the evil eye. Even in the bathroom: did I know that this was this, that that was that, about that over there. I stuffed the towel in her mouth so she’d shut up. It wasn’t that that killed her, but not talking: the words tore her appart from the inside.

 

 

Thank you to Spanish Help Forums for clearing up my doubts.

I found the story on Ciudad Seva

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