Mixed media from Daniel De Culla

The Arlanzon River
ARLANZON RIVER

Arlanzón River crosses the city of Burgos
Far from the "Cortijo de los Callados"
(The quiet ones farmhouse)

What do they call the Cemetery of the Dead.
Which, as zombies usually go down
To the pond of Paseo de la Isla
To throw the leaves and branches
Of the trees into the water
Pilongas chestnuts, sticks.
Dead of hate, dead burned
Forgotten dead, grieving dead
dead mourning

Not having paid the costs of a Trial
Feeding their tears the waters of the pond
Especially from thieves, sinners
those of misbehavior
Like pedophile priests and rapists
Giving nine times
The turn around the pond.
Early in the morning

In his first hour of the day of his work

A cleaning worker
With a net on a long stick
And the mobile in the ear

Cleans the wandering shadows of the departed

Floating on the water.
He is talking to his girl
What she says to him:
-Who could help you, my love.
-No need, my love.

You take care of our two children.
A dog, in search of his loves
He’s dancing around a bitch's ass
That lost the bow of her hair
By playing with it.
-What less can you lose?
The operator asked
What, right now
He went to eat the sandwich
In the shade of the chestnut trees.

-Daniel de Culla