Games of the Moon
Two men with their pickaxes passed by. One
of them seemed angry, he looked to the side.
The other noticed his shadow on the silvery path;
his pickaxe looked like a bird on his shoulder
with one of its wings under his ear, the other one
on his chest. He threw his pickaxe to the ground
and left.
The first one cursed. The trickling water flowed.
Libros Libertad 