Poetry from Daniel De Culla

Small light-skinned boy holding a snail in his hand.
THE BOY AND THE SNAIL

  	The boy Kylian did not know that snail slime is a remedy and cure, preventing the damage of wrinkles, scars, improving the elasticity and firmness of the skin, stimulating cell renewal, as his mother told his father, begging him to buy her a small bottle of “Snail slime cream” on Amazon, which, for him, was a joke, because he always saw his mother as beautiful without the need for slime.

 	 Mom told them:
-Go look for snails for grandma.

 	 While browsing with his brother Eder in the little gardens surrounding Rita's Pergola, in Moradillo de Roa, Burgos, they found three snails to which they named Hippocrates, Zeus and Pliny; He stayed with Hippocrates, since his brother threw the other two down the toilet bowl, complaining because they had spit on her fingers.

 	 Kylian told him:
-Why did you throw them in the toilet?

	  Eder responded:
-Better sooner than later, because grandma is going to put them in the pot to cook them so they can add the verdigris and slime, and stew them and celebrate it at the table.

	  Kylian invited Hippocrates' snail to climb his hand, letting it climb to his index finger. Afterwards, he invited him again to get into one of those boxes that brought Dad's new cell phone, exclaiming:
-Better a snail in peace than snails cooked to taste.

-Daniel de Culla