GARCIA LORCA

 

Listening to we don’t know what whiny

amours the bard entered the room of

the nice Nancy homey whom he, still

in the doorway, asked, “Do you think

the Falangists will kill me in such

moonlight?” “No, all night long we will

do as the snails do with all the tentacles

as we ought to in a republic of the snails,

with tenderness,” said Nancy homey,

“but above this love nest there is a colonel...”

“Caramba!” Lorca hollered, soaked in sweat,

immediately the colonel banged the door

against the wall took the bard by the ears

like a rabbit and threw him together with

two Falangists into the prison. “Hold this

communist well!” said the colonel in a harsh

voice. “He is a poor Gypsy outside the politics,”

said the guard. “Keep an eye on him, I come

back immediately and we clarify the issue.”

At about midnight he returned and entered

the cell. “You haven’t escaped, you were

preparing to escape, you dirtied my lover

with your slobber...” “Do you want to kill

me for a simple fuck? It’s ridiculous,”

the piqued bard snapped. All of a sudden

the colonel spat three bullets into his brain.

The guard dragging him outside murmured

sadly, “What a crime! An amorous and

homosexual rivalry...” Then the republicans

declared him one of theirs. “Jono volveré!”

he shouted at the lovely when he was lifted

from the bed.