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letra de narration - sting

one
exterior
cathedral
daylight
establishing it’s beauty in elevation, stain gl-ss and stone carvings
from its huge doors suddenly comes a flow of white cloud choir boys
angelic, white surplussed, all bobbing in a disciplined stream
but then, suddenly in their midst, startling
ridiculous, incongruous is martin a young man in an ill fitting rain coat
as the boys proceed in their orderly way, martin is left alone
peculiar, disturbing
which one…
which one will it be?

two
interior
an office near the cathedral
daylight
a view of the cathedral through the window
alone, in this d-ckensian office above the small printing presses, sits mr
bates, middle aged, meticulous, writing with a gold barreled fountain pen

he’s finishing a little verse beneath a picture of an angel:
although we all must sometimes stumble
as we journey through this life
i’ve never heard you moan or grumble
the perfect mother and wife

bates places the sheet of paper on top of a pile of similar sheets
his face heavy with contempt
he stares into the middle distance
a framed photograph of a lively, attractive young woman, patty
his daughter, is in front of him, on his expanse of desk
he glances at it
he caps his fountain pen, neatly puts the sheet into the pending tray
neatly lines up his blotter, his desk aids, and satisfied
rises to join the homeward throng

three
exterior
cathedral precincts
fading daylight
a few people bobbing along with the anomalous, near vacant
tired expression of home-goers
which one…
which one will it be?

- sting

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