Guest guest Posted June 19, 2002 Report Share Posted June 19, 2002 Between the palms and cactus figs a man is opening his cafe. The boxer on his morning jog crossing footprints of night refugees as he is closing in on Africa on the horizon. The azure sky The navy sea Children picking pretty stones on the shores below the mountains. Emerald pines form small forests along the narrow road disappearing in the heat like a black snake. leading to the birthplace of the matador, a headquarter of inquisition, where I saw her on the wall, in the small church with the old lady at the door. A red triangle holding her child, a golden triangle both inside a ring of fire. As the night arrives I see them both coming to life in the dark church. The mother holding the child in front of her like she wants to say: Look at my precious child. If you want to share a secret I am giving it away. Alan Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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