"Then they invented a wonderful new game; a seaweed fight. They threw great handfuls of it in each other's faces till late in the afternoon. And Serenella never once cried."
"The Enchanted Garden", in Adam One Afternoon and Other Stories, Italo Calvino
I was five and he was six
RépondreSupprimerWe rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight
Bang bang
He shot me down, bang bang
I hit the ground , bang bang
That awful sound, bang bang
My baby shot me down