Textures #30

Cat: Miau.

Child: Shhhhh…

Cat: Miaaaauuuu.

Child: Take my white handkerchief 

Take my white crown.

Don’t cry any more.

Cat: But it hurts where the children

wounded me on my back.

Child: My heart hurts, too.

Cat: And what did you feel?

Child: Well, I felt

sprinklers and bees around the room.

They tied my hands up. That was bad of them!

The children stared at me through the windowpanes

and a man hammered

paper stars over my box.

(Crossing his hands.)

The angels, they didn’t come, Cat.
Federico García Lorca – When Five Years Pass


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