The Ashtray and the Girl

The girl who takes a dose of youthful souls 
Who doesn’t bow is still effective 

The end of summer 
In the middle of the road 
Lying on its back dead a Brown Baker cicada 

In the aunt’s folded fan 
Jammed within this year’s butterfly is dead 

In the tobacconist at the bottom of the slope 
Not moving an inch the perpectual shop assistant 

Children gleam 
Fish or skylarks 
Sped off in the direction of the sea-tang 

In the forlorn, tiny universe dog dung remains 

The power of green binds the window 
All the trees silently burst into flame 
Z, zzz, zzzz 
Buzzing green 

Afternoon in the locked music room 
A strange chord can be heard 

On top of the piano 
The ashtray and the girl 
Matches and a bundle of small candles 

‘Take off your socks’ 
‘Keep your skirt on’ 

The girl’s legs are slowly opened 
In the inlet giddy students in the grade above 

Looking from afar another girl 
This summer 
Binds all their pasts together 
Travelling behind them 

From tomorrow all will begin their end

El camino de las bestias

Por un camino de verano

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