Rode Into the Mountains
In the middle of Spain
Yin Yang in a Journey in Spring
The sun with its tide home going
Over ground with seed and hands
Ears to earth under frosty
Rotating nebulae, seeing
Old women, Young girls
Babies crying and a few men.
All is unintelligible inside the ground
That yearn for eyes a heart in the center
Aflame with smoke and desire.
Clouds, clouds, clouds
Hazes of the eternal
And ephemeral beyond
Over impossible but almost feasible
Zigzag up never abandoned cliffs
Where the rivers began
Rolling toward blank areas of stark madness
Suddenly realizing its freedom.
Daniel de Culla
Daniel de Culla is a writer, poet, and
photographer. He’s member of the Spanish Writers Association, Earthly Writers
International Caucus, Poets of the World, (IA) International Authors,
Surrealism Art, Friends of The Blake Society, and others. Director of Gallo
Tricolor Review, and Robespierre Review. He participated in many Festivals of
Poetry, and Theater in Madrid, Burgos, Berlin, Minden, Hannover and Genève .He
has exposed in many galleries from Madrid, Burgos, London, and Amsterdam. He is
moving between North Hollywood, Madrid and Burgos; e-mail: gallotricolor@yahoo.com
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