SOMETHING OLD

"cries of children cries of women cries of birds cries of flowers cries of timbers and of stones cries of bricks cries of furniture of bed of chairs of curtains of pots of cats and of papers cries of odors which claw at one another cries of smoke pricking the shoulder of the cries which stew in the cauldron and of the rain of birds which inundates the sea which gnaws the bone and breaks its teeth biting the cotton wool which the sun mops up from the plate which the purse and the pocket hide in the print which the foot leaves in the rock. "

Picasso - quote from Dreams And Lies Of Franco