Ah, THAT one. It's called Luchin in my book.

Fragile as a kite over the roofs of Barrancas little Luchin was playing, his hand blue with cold, with the rag ball, the cat and the dog and the horse looked on.

Green light was bathing in the water of his eyes. Bare-bummed and in the mud his little life was crawling with the rag ball, the cat and the dog and the horse looked on.

The horse was another toy in that small space and it seemed that the animal understood his job, with the rag ball and the cat and the dog and with Luchin wet through.

If there are children like Luchin who are eating earth and worms, let's open al the cages so they can fly away like birds with the rag ball, the cat and the dog and with the horse as well.