CURRO LOVES IRENE

How and why God will have placed in the World

(A stunned God, his mental energies lost)

Brainless and disabled like Curro and Irene

Destined to procreate and give children to the Nation

Falling in love intensely like crazy people

Thinning their skin and belly

With her crazy lips she

Making love with meat and turnip

Giving birth to as many children as God wants.

He is a mischievous kitchen gallop

She, a grape pincher who steals dates or olives

With a toothpick or pin in the Market.

With a long procession of sperm

In her fallopian tubes

She engenders and gives birth like a rabbit

Without missing the slightest circumstance.

Curro conquered her in Boca del Asno

Recreational area next to the Eresma river

In the Valsaín Mountains, Segovia

One day when they went

On an excursion with their school

To spend the whole day.

On their hiking route throughout La Boca

He motioned to her with his penis

What noise or lure to hunt birds.

-My horn has gunpowder, he told her.

She answered him:

-Listen to the sound of my clam

Or whistle that imitates it.

Put your ear!

Fucking is living force

That neither the living nor the dead respect it

And even less the giddy ones.

-Look, Irene, Curro told her.

Right next to a waterfall that made the water

Look what a blowing wind

Or subtle current of air brings us the cataract

Cooling our asses.

At some point, the two of them embraced

Remembering their disturbed children

What they had left in Burgos capital

Safely

She rubbing his penis

As if it were a bagpipe with a handlebar:

Seneca, Pomponia, Mala, and Pliny.

El Pinjante (The prick), Curro’s pendant jewel

Thick, fat, buttery

Ejaculated abundantly, copiously, fertilely

On the pine land

While Irene was pissing herself laughing

Without dropping a drop of urine

For her beautiful lip scar.

The history of the senses says so

They are confirmed facts

Curious, very guarded.

-Daniel de Culla