Junot Díaz - The Brief and Wondrous life of Oscar Wao (Excerpt 17) lyrics

And now we arrive at the strangest part of our tale. Whether what follows was a figment of Beli's wracked imagination or something else all together I cannot say. Even yourWatcher has his silences, hispaginas en blanco.Beyond theSource Wallfew have ventured. But no matter what the truth, remember:Dominicans are Caribbean and therefore have an extraordinary tolerance for extreme phenomena.How else could we have survived what we have survived? So as Beli was flitting in and out of life, there appeared at her side a creature that would have been anamiablemongooseif not for itsgolden lion eyesand the absolute black of its pelt. This one was quitelarge for its speciesand placed its intelligent little paws on her chest and stared down at her. You have to rise. My baby, Beli wept.Mi hiijo precioso. Hypatia, your baby is dead. No, no, no, no, no. It pulled at her unbroken arm.You have to rise now or you'll never have the son or the daughter. What son? she wailed. What daughter? The ones who await. It was dark and her legs trembled beneath her like smoke. You have to follow. It rivered into thecane, andbeli, blinking tears, realized she had no idea which way is out. As some of you know, cane fields are no f**ing joke, and even the cleverest of adults can get mazed in their endlessness,only to reappear months later as a cameo of bones.But before Beli lost hope she heard the creature's voice. She (for it had a women's lilt)was singing! In an accent she could not place: maybe Venezuelan, maybe Colombian.Sueno, Sueno, Sueno, como tu llamas.She clung unsteadily to the cane, like ananciano clinging to a hammock, and panting, took her first step, a long dizzy spell, beating a blackout, and then her next. Precarious progress, because if she fell she knew she would never be able to stand again. Sometimes she saw the creatureschabine eyes flashing through the stalks. Yo me llama sueno de la madrugada.The cane didn't want her to leave, of course; it slashed at her palms, jabbed into her flank and clawed her thighs, and its sweet stench clogged her throat. Each time she thought she would fall she concentrated on the faces of her promised future - her promised children - and from that obtained the strength, from hope, from hate, from her invincible heart, each a distant piston pulling her forward. Finally, when all were exhausted, when she began to stumble headfirst,heading down like a boxer on his last legs,she stretched her uninjured arm out and what greeted her was not cane but the open world of life. She felt the tarmac under her bare broken feet, and the wind. The wind! But she only had a second to savor it, for just then anun-electrified truckburst out of the darkness in a roar of gears. What a life, she mused, all that lucha only to be run over like a dog. But she wasn't flattened. The driver, who later swore he saw something lion like in the gloom, with eyes like terrible amber lamps, slammed on the brakes and halted inches from where a naked blood spattered Beli tottered. Now check it: the truck held aperico ripiao conjunto,fresh from playing awedding in Ocoa.Took all the courage they had not to pop the truck in reverse and peel out of there. Cries of It's abaka, a ciguapa, no, a haitiano!silenced by the lead singer, who shouted, It's a girl! The band member lay beli among their instruments,swaddled her with their chacabanas, and washed her face with the water they carried for the radiator and for cutting klerin. Down the band peered, rubbing their lips and running nervous hands through thinning hair. What do you think happened? I think she was attacked. By a lion, offered the driver. It looks like she fell under a car. Trujillo, she whispered. Aghast, the band looked at one another. We should leave her. Theguitarristaagreed. She must be asubversive.If they find her with us the police willk** us too. Silence, and then the lead singer lit a match and held it in the air and in that splinter of light qas revealed a blunt-featured woman with the golden eyes of achabine.We're not leaving her, the lead singer said in a curious cibana accent, and only then did beli understand she was saved. Page 149-151