Warriors Like Sheep Thistles
By: Daniel de Culla
SHE WARRIOR
This lady has ridden the bus
That, for the pints that she wears
She looks like a warrior.
We have heard her say
When she has seized
To the bus bar:
-It’s freezing.
She has made me remember
To that warrior woman
(I think it’s her)
That, in the “Juan de Padilla” Day Center
I took to dance
Asking me very proudly:
-How long do you want to dance?
Answering me:
-If you let yourself go and do
I will dance with you for months
Seasons too, years
Until boring love
Will tell us:
-I’m not going to dance anymore.
She, who is Christian and her pussy too
Exclaimed:
-Heaven forbid
Not even the Virgen del Pilar.
Our dance passes passed
Inviting her to a cane or whatever she wanted
At the bar. I told:
-I like you. I want to fuck you.
She left me instantly
With bad milk exclaiming:
-Do I have the face of a bitch?
My lady’s heart is alive.
May the curse of God reach you
Mine’s gladly goes
Fucking whore¡
If you feel like fucking
Go to the back of the Civic Center
“Vena River”
And a pilgrim fucks, paying.
She came from Santiago de Galicia
With desires to arrive
To the Parral Pilgrims Hostel
What do they say that fucks
With a lot of salt and salt.
Let your dentures fall out
And you won’t find them again.
Oh, and don’t go wrong
This pilgrimage has hallmarks:
On his left thigh
With his cute foal
It has drawn the cross of Santiago.
With the sorrow and pain that she gave me
I fell to the ground like a soldier in battle.
Neither with water nor with wine
Could revive me
Just a pretty waitress, Jezebel
That she took me by the hand
Telling me kissing me:
I’ ll dance with you the next.
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THE LORD OF THE WAR
In the city of Kyiv
Pretty and beautiful city
War tanks pass
To defend a people
Who does not want to see blood
When entering home
When going up the stairs.
Who is the murderer
Who is the criminal
Who now kills in Ukraine
Like yesterday in Iraq and Syria
Today in Yemen, Palestine?
How can we not meet him?
He is the Lord of War!
That he has been, and still is today
Our fiance and theirs.
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ON THE VENA RIVER
Remembering Mary Wigman
(Germany 1886-1973)
Director of Laban’s studio
in Zurich
This lady has ridden the bus
That, for the pints that she wears
She looks like a warrior.
We have heard her say
When she has seized
To the bus bar: -It’s freezing.
She has made me remember
To that warrior woman (I think it’s her)
That, in the “Juan de Padilla” Day Center
I took to dance asking me very proudly:
-How long do you want to dance?
Answering me: -If you let yourself go and do
I will dance with you months
Seasons too, years until boring love
Will tell us: -I’m not going to dance anymore.
She, who is Christian and her pussy too
Exclaimed: -Heaven forbid
Not even the Virgen del Pilar.
Our dance passes passed
Inviting her to a cane or whatever she wanted
At the bar. I told:
-I like you. I want to fuck you.
She left me instantly
With bad milk exclaiming:
-Do I have the face of a bitch?
My lady’s heart is alive.
May the curse of God reach you
Mine’s gladly goes fucking whore¡
If you feel like fucking
Go to the back of the Civic Center “Vena River”
And a she pilgrim fucks, paying.
She came from Santiago de Galicia
With desires to arrive
To the Parral Pilgrims Hostel
What do they say that fucks
With a lot of salt and salt.
Let your dentures fall out
And you won’t find them again.
Oh, and don’t go wrong
This pilgrimage has hallmarks:
On his left thigh with his cute foal
It has drawn the cross of Santiago.
With the sorrow and pain that she gave me
I fell to the ground like a soldier in battle.
Neither with water nor with wine
Could revive me
Just a pretty waitress, Jezebel
That she took me by the hand
Telling me kissing me:
I’ll dance with you next.
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Daniel de Culla is a writer, poet, painter and photographer. He’s a member of the Spanish Writers Association, Earthly Writers International Caucus, Poets of the World, (IA) International Authors, Surrealism Art, Friends of The Blake Society, Nietzsche Circle, Red Internacional de Escritores por la Tierra, and others. Director of Gallo Tricolor Review, and Robespierre Review.