THE CAT ARTEMIO E THE CROW BLACK BIRD
Well arrived fireflies, did I do me, but do tell me, how much will we
put to reach the expanse of the ices to the lemon there?
- It depends from how much
quickly you lift the buttocks! - And all began to laugh..
- I was amazed from the clumsy
language of the fireflies and there for there I didn't know whether to answer.
- You give not to pick you up ,
we are only some mischievous ones but we are not bad: we are here for helping
you. You will see that together we will have a good time. -
I followed them above for the path of the big and big salt my breath and
some strenuous it became also but I held hard and I succeeded to rest behind
those nice little lights..
- All of a sudden while in the
deep obscurity more and more we proceeded without desire to speak, enraptured
by the landscape, felt almost a powerful
- MMMMIAAAOOOO! -
- Who are you - I made the fireflies and I of rhyming - Who are you who
are you where you are, you come out cat
and with the legs aloft! -
Again - MIAOOOOOOO NGHE' NGHE' - we stopped there, but we didn't succeed
in understanding where the cat that cried as a crazy person was, until a
firefly it moved him with the back one on the right and it illuminated the face
of a cat about thirty, moustaches grey white point and grey and black rest.
Showy open it stopped whining and been said a certain attitude.
- I am the cat Artemio and I am
alone as a dog. Mine beloved Eeva Lisa, a Finnish kitten that I loved so much,
has left me for a street cat and me I cannot live without her anymore, I want
to die, I want to throw myself in the expanse of ice and to become everything
of ice, so I will have ended to suffer -
I remained in silence to see if the fireflies would have intervened, and
in fact him they did him all above and they started to pick around it up.
- Oh the poor cat in love has lost its Tittina oh how will do in the
nights of full moon who he will console it now.
But it goes there, stupid cat with all the kitten that are around there
for the swamp and then " cat and oxen of your countries ": you come
with us you will see that it will pass and that to the expanse of the ice to
the lemon instead of freezing you will do yourself you a beautiful bellyful of
anchovies -
- Anchovies? – Listening this word Artemio to the name of the perfumed
little fishes revived him and of good degree followed above us for the path of
the big salt. A well strange company, thinks a man, a cat in love and a myriad
of fireflies; all in march toward the expanse of ice to the lemon.
- Come on Artemio tell us of you while we reach the top of the hill
where we will stop there some to rest. -
-
Oh well of me there is little to
say: I were born in Venice when Venice was the city of the cats and there it
partied night and day. There were some old women that to Castello next to the
Arsenale they brought us the fresh fish every morning! I had studied from
sailor and so I found job on a fishing ship that it beat the seas of the North.
It was there that I knew once Eeeva that we stopped there in the I Bay of
Helsinky. She were a kitten of good family and they didn't want that it put on
with a honest but poor cat as me, and so we decided to escape together and
after having wandered so much and to have suffered so much hunger but as much
but as much we have reached the swamp, where we are made to love by everybody
there and it seemed a dream after what we had suffered. But she is not there
now, no more close to me..
-
– MMMMAAAAOOOOO MMMMAAOOOOO -
- Believe me, there is not worse anything of a cat in love, it is inconsolable indeed and at a moments only
the idea of a lisp of fish or a beautiful mixed frying succeed in calming its
pain. Meanwhile between a MAO and a - Look that moon - we had reached the
summit of the hill of the big and thin salt.
- Here we sat there to rest and
it drew near Blackbird fluttering.
- The fireflies knew well it, who here didn't know its history…
- It had been created by John
Lennon in the famous song and since then it fluttered for every where humming
" Black bird fly.. black bird fly "
- Hi Black as it goes - it made
Firefly 1. And' so much that it’s not seen you.
- I have already been in USA for
the concerts of Paul, I have returned from not too long. -
- And will you stop yourself
some with us? -
- No I regret but I have been
invited to belong to the entourage of the the September tour of the Stones and
they will make me also sing a song! -
- Ah yes and which? -
- It entitles "This
crazy life of mine", and it’s like
in this way:
- "Sat at the wheel of my V
8 Ford
- I have raced day and night on
the Route 66
- Every young sparrow that I met
immediately was mine
- Every cafe that I met a bottle
of gin
- From the radio of my car only
old and good Rock & roll
- Hey friend tell me: with whom
should I change
- this crazy life of mine
?."
- Oh it’s really a song from
the Stones I did me, but possible that they give a beautiful song like this to
you to sing? And then who has written the song?
- Mick Jagger in person and
Keith has added the bottle of gin. Eh Eh. -
- You know how life goes. -
- Already - I did me – Well
wishes, who knows then that you become
famous and that one day I can tell my nephews: I have known Black Bird the
singer-
- You can be certain of it,
friend, you can be certain of it -
- To this point the little
fire-flies started to yawn and to be sleepy, a sleep awful so much that its
fell asleep and their lights decreased of intensity, so the cat Artemio and I
we decided to have a nap, we would have continued our walk the next day. Before
putting to sleep I saw me with the tail of the eye Black Bird that it fluttered
a little far and then I felt it get further humming: “Sat at the wheel of my V
8 Ford …”