A short fable to Ofélia that's my soulmate's kitty.

- Hey you...

- Miss...

- Kiss...

- Havana...

- Banana...

- Fur...

- Purr...

- Sleepy...

- Pretty...

- Sandra's crazy...

- Not lazy...

- She told me that I'm daisy...

- War case cenario...

- To dream...

- No scream...

- Tongue and teeth...

- Where you and I meet...

- Thousand cats...

- Hundred hats...

- You know me...

- I was little then...

- You wrote about me with your pen...

- You're cool as a Man...

- Sometimes you're here...

- Other times you're there...

- You know that I live on my own atmosphere...

- I'm eating good...

- Sandra provides me food...

- Sometimes I'm inside her movie groovy...

- I know...

- I know...

- Where the wind blow...

- I know about a tie and bow...

- I'm big now...

- But I'm still a cutie then...

- Do you remember the first time when you saw me and used your tale pen?

 Ofélia was telling me all this...
 I wasn't thinking at all...
 Sandra was mirroring the house hall... 
 There was flowers...
 There was a clock chiming hours...
 Cuba was an orange juice...
 Where once stood something to use...
 Sandra told me this:

- Hey Man, what's going on?

- Ofélia is sleepy...

- Ain't she pretty?

 Without knowing what to think I was merging all of us into ink.

 Ofélia sang a bit...
 Sandra was into some trick or treat...