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
Conocí a la bruja de las montañas.… Leer más
