PARROT

The green and yellow parrot, the green and saffron parrot, he called me “ugly” with his twangy speech and with her beak that belongs to Satan.

I’m not ugly, if she were ugly, ugly is my mother like the sun, ugly the light in which my mother looks and ugly the wind in which she puts her voice, and ugly the water in which his body falls and ugly the world and He who created it...

The green and yellow parrot, the green and litmus parrot, she called me “ugly” because she hasn’t eaten and the bread with wine I’ll take, I’m getting tired of looking at it always hanging and always litmus...