Little Ashes Page #4

stealing...

- It is essential to have a unformed approach

to the gypsies.

Restore a certain autonomy to the Civil Guard.

- Who are those unbearable men?

- The one that looks more like a pig is senor Milagro.

The other one is Fernando Gavalle.

- Why do I know the name?

He's a little idiot from Madrid.

- Oh, my God!

- Senor Garca Lorca, you are from the

south, I believe?

- Yes.

- Well, then, you know better than anyone

what we are talking about here.

- And the youngest is 17 and she is engaged to

one of the Montana brothers...

- Bravo, bravo! Superb.

Superb!

Oh, how avangard!

Simply superb.

- How dare you?

- How dare I?

How dare you, sir? Then you clearly don't know

who I am. I am Salvador Dal!

The saviour of modern art.

And this man is a genius.

He's a great poet.

Aren't we honoured, ladies and gentlemen?

Saviour of modern art and his friend,

great poet.

Recite something.

- No.

- Oh, yes, do.

- I'm sorry.

- I don't have anything.

- Go on.

- It's not suitable.

- Federico. F*** suitable.

- Well, come on then, great poet.

Sing for your supper.

Oh city of the gypsies

Who could see you and not remember you

City of musk and sorrow

City of cinnamon towers

Oh, city of the gypsies

Corners hung with flags

Put your green lights out

The Civil Guard is coming

The city, free of fear

Was multiplying doors

Forty Civil guardsmen

Pour through to sack and burn

Flight of long screams rose

from the weathercocks.

Sabre slashed the breezes

trampled under hoof

Through the half-lit streets

Old gypsy women

Flee

With their sleepy horses

And enormous jars of coins

Up the steep streets

climbed the sinister capes

Leaving behind them brief

whirlwinds of shears

Oh, city of the gypsies!

The Civil guardsmen ride away

Through a tunnel of silence

While the flames encircle you

- Let's get out of here, hm?

- Viva la revolucion!

- Federico, when I saw you at the dinner...

When you read your poem...

I saw what you really are.

You're... Raw.

Like some animal that's been skinned.

So, what's she like?

- Who?

- Magdalena, you know.

- No.

What?

- What about with other girls?

- Oh.

You mean...

- Yeah.

- Not with Magdalena, but back home...

- Really?

- Haven't you?

- I've had a few.

- All the institutions that prop up this corrupt

regime must be dismount!

- I just think it sounds a bit extreme.

- But it has to be extreme, Paco.

It has to be complete revolution!

All the churches, all the palaces!

- You know, when I was small...

There was this ruined tower near our house,

in Cadaques.

You'll see it when you come.

- I'm coming?

- Of course, with the holidays...

You must come.

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