Carmen comes and goes, comes and goes, comes and goes in the swing of half-past five o'clock. The yellow sun knows Carmen dust while up and down, and watch them to see it distorts everything so fast, the faces are elongated, and the sun line awkwardly through their eyelids. Berta, the new maid looks at the strange girl Carmen, which is balanced without rhythm, no harmony.
- I see red, blue, yellow ...
viewed from a safe distance, while the park itself increasingly alone and the only sound accompanying the oxidized metal crunching up and down with the girl, is a treacherous and delicate puff of air. He tells the little that it is time to leave, her mother is waiting.
- I'm not a girl Berta, I can not be a gift from my mom.
Kids stuff, maybe think Berta, or maybe not. His face was deliberately the term to Carmen, to the void, but there was misrepresentation in his pre-prepared expression, Who wanted to fool with his gesture, the wind, the swing or the girl who just looked at her askance, playing with the speed of distorting her gaze encouraged by the swing. "Come on girl, do not be silly, you are not mom's wrist," said the maid Berta.
- Why play with me, and I put all this makeup and spends watching me?
The wind blew strong and a cloud covered the sky. This was perceived at least Berta, watching Carmen rocked with increasing speed. Thought yes, the makeup for a girl her age was exaggerated, that all those doll clothes was a fantasy. Berta but Carmen did not want to disturb, so he said in a calmer tone: "But I should like your mom has so much affection and likes to play with you. And small, come on, do not get unruly. "
- I do not want my mom and me play! Besides, I never wanted to be a girl.
"I do not talk nonsense!, Carmen, come here!" Berta began to heat up, although it was not hot. The park was alone, and neither the wind came up that yellow grass and immutable. A cold sweat began to furrow the brow of Berta. "You have to be proud of being a girl"
- I do not want, no I do not want!
Berta had to take a swing for that horrible screech stop tormenting, Carmen took the waist and under the seat. She squeezed his wrist heavily Berta and he seemed to hear a thunder in the distance. As she took the doll and began to leave the park said "Leave such as tantrums, you'll see how when you grow up you will have liked a girl, they begin to bother the kids."
- Berta, I only went because my mom she wanted a doll, I did not want to be a girl.
"No dear, dear God you're a girl because they wanted to." The maid began to see the poor girl began her tears to the eyes. Berta, without knowing why, she began to tremble, something bad was happening, all told him that.
- wanted Diosito What hurts me so much?
Berta stopped walking and stood like a statue. He must have thought something like "I knew something bad happened in that house, and took an air right now all evil, this girl someone did something, I know." Looking at the girl, pretending to fear with a look of tenderness was put in front, bent down and his hands surrounded in a loving gesture Carmen's face. Very carefully asked: "Why say you hurt? Did anyone hurt you? "Carmen, as though possessed by a strange frenzy in the middle of the sidewalk (which was devastated by the way) took off her underwear and lifted her skirt:
- It hurt a lot when my mom who took the pipisito and made me a woman.
The sun came out just then, before hiding this time until the next morning.
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