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| Isabel G. de Diego’s figure |
KID WITH A TAMPON IN HIS HAND
Walking with my grandson the Paseo de la Isla, in
Burgos
Now, in Punta Brava
I saw a fight between two drunks
In which one tore off a branch from a tree
Hitting the other hard in the ribs.
-Oh, oh, oh, he broke three of my ribs.
He complained about his ribs.
The one with the ribs, as he could
Grabbed the other's the mustache
Pulling hard on it
As if to tear it off.
-Oh, oh, oh, he takes away my mustache
The mustachioed man complained.
We flew away
To the San Juan de Dios Hospital
Just in case something hits us.
In front of the Hospital, on the Paseo, next to a
bush
We saw a kid
Who had a tampon in his hand
That a young woman had taken out of her vagina
To show here boyfriend or partner
The menstrual flow of her period.
-Know, love?s he told him.
Woman must change the tampon every four hours.
The young man, taking the tampon to his mouth
After kissing it, told her:
Give me a new tampón
I'll put it in for you.
The girl threw the stained tampon into the distance
Falling into the bush
Where the little boy was looking for snails
Under the supervision of his mother
That she was pregnant and leaning on her son's car.
The boy who, like all little children
The first thing they find they put in their mouths
Thinking he was a lollipop with a tail
Fallen from the blue firmament
Put it in his mouth
His mother having to run
To take it out of his hand
Because he was about to suck it
Exclaiming when she ripped it from his fingers:
-How little shame for this young couple!
Look at throwing it away
Having a paper bin right next to them.
-I'll buy you a candy lollipop.
I promise you it, my boy.
-Let me, now, clean your lips.
The boy told her:
-No, mom. That it tastes like cola.
-Daniel de Culla