Tu tu tu tu Yo yo yo yo ;Quien ;Ni tu ni yo! --- You you you you me me me me Who?... not you! not me!...

Dona Catalina
had a single gold hair
among her shadowy
tresses.

(For whom am I waiting,
dear God,
for whom am I waiting?)

Dona Catalina
walks slowly
scattering little green stars
in the night.

(Not here
& not there
but here.)

Dona Catalina:
a grenade of light
dies & is born
on her forehead.

Chssssssssss!