The Cat on the Moon (a short story)









tree tomato

of orange color

is sweet

not very

It is a shrub

not too big

nor too tall


We had on a corner of the garden

a bench under it

there were old sounds from an age

some fables come from memory


the cat exhibitionist that climbed

a top of tamarillo

and when the light moon launched

its mysterious rays

led him to live there

I tried to see him there


once a time

I was seeking a signal

his tail

at least

anything to prove the story

as real


I heard a noise in the darkness

and something rolled near me

I did not know what there was

Was it a fruit from the egg tree?

Since my childhood

I have doubt


My grandfather appeared

and took a cat from the bushes

He gave me a golden kitty

- I think that he came from the moon. A gift.


And we called him Gold Moon.

but could have been called Gold Tomato too

I loved him


Long time after

I read about the

goddess Moon

Bastet.


I discovered many

cats name that represents

the Moon


I am someone who came from a place that never was. River water, calm lakes, waterfalls, edges where bushes and trees grow, the open field, the sky reflected in my hands in the trembling mirror of the river, the waits I am, this man lying in the river in the middle of autumn of my existence, loves his children, he likes to be alone, and he has a great company. I leave out the conceptual groups that put their finger on the face and follow fashion. I try not to be like that. In this boat, I am also the water where I sail. I take the sky with me, the fields, the flowers, and the fragrant herbs all my mornings. I am a being of the dawn. The scandal of nature in the voice of a bird, the incessant hum of the bells that insects make. I look like it, but I am not afraid of anything. I do not think I ever was. Indeed, my father, especially my mother, sweetly led me to read and write. I am always primary; I am still learning to read and write, row, and let the boat go safely. pmnt

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