SORRA ALS DITS

SAND IN THE FINGERS

that comes alone,

is a hoax!


especially if the food is good.


the teacher scolded me,

all the pages were worn

and the scribbles were well mixed.


mind, run

get away alone

quickly,

come back

and throws itself at me.


strange noise

never here.


How scary!

a ghost

in the corner?


It's here now,

it's approaching.

What kind of

guest!


Run, go

I can't more,

but what do I see?


No sheet,

not white either,

it's the cat!


that you'll come?

that you'll go?

that I'll come?

Shall we go?

that we will be there?


All dazzling

the hat fell

me horizontal

sand on the fingers

absolute silence

and very, very thirsty.


I do have some to eat you. 

Marina Rodríguez Brià