Black head lights

Black Cape Lights by Alan Mabanko... "In whatever country I am, I listen to the meow of a cat at night, or to the sound of a pack of dogs barking. I raise my head to the sky and remember one of the legends of my childhood, the legend of that old woman, whom we think we glimpse inside." The full, round disk of the moon, and she was carrying a heavy basket on her head. We children used to point at her with the tip of our nose, with our chin slightly raised. We were completely convinced that it was absolutely not appropriate to point to her with our fingers, or to make any sound that resembled a call to her. Because we believe that whoever does this will wake up the next morning deaf or blind