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February 14, 2003

Love

from Genesis
Memory of Fire
by Edward Galeano

In the Amazonian jungle, the first woman and the first man looked at each other with curiosity. It was odd what they had between their legs.
“Did they cut yours off?” asked the man?
“No,” she said, “I’ve always been like that.”
He examined her up close. He scratched his head. There was an open wound there. He said: “Better not eat any cassava or banans or any fruit that splits when it ripens. I’ll cure you. Get in the hammock and rest.”
She obeyed. Patiently she swallowed herb teas and let him rub on pomades and unguents. She had to grit her teeth to keep from laughing when he said to her, “Don’t worry.”
She enjoyed the game, although she was beginning to tire of fasting in a hammock. The memory of fruit made her mouth water.
One evening the man came running through the glade. He jumped with excitement and cried, “I found it!”
He had just seen the male monkey curing the female monkey in the arm of a tree.
“That’s how it’s done,” said the man, approaching the woman.
When the long embrace ended, a dense aroma of flowers and fruit filled the air. From the bodies lying together came unheard of vapors and glowings, and it was all so beautiful that the suns and the gods died of embarrassment.

Posted by pogo at February 14, 2003 11:37 AM