River Bridge Pillar

The child searches for his voice.

(The king of crickets had it.)

In a drop of water

the child was searching for his voice.

I don't want it to talk to,

I'll make a ring with it

that will carry my silence

on its little finger.

In a drop of water

the child was searching for his voice.

(The captivating voice, in the distance,

wore a cricket suit.)

(F. García Lorca)