the woman
with a red skirt comes down
from the mountain
she carries with her
a basket of violet eggplants
the little hand of a child
holds to her mother
he is silent with his blue
lollipop
the market day here is a
sunday
a drunkard runs amok
the streets of the village
killing in cold blood a
young man waiting for her girl
as she urinates beside the
abandoned hut near the river....
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