Mother, there is a Child in the street
Ha'Nini told me his name is
More alone than a moon.
He says he is cold
And he is asking for money
to go to a place
Where to sleep well.
- Son, give him five euros
To go and stay overnight
In the pilgrim hostel
And tell him that tomorrow to go
To the Archbishopric
Where Caritas put its flag
As they are well provided for beds
And meet desires for to eat.
-Make up his mind¡
Tell to him
That in this beautiful Country
There is Charity to tasting
Like with watermelons and melons
And that, in White Sources
There is a water source
Where he will drink
If you say yes.
LETTER
PLANET TRUMP
Trump, gypsylike to, illustrates
The scintilla of life:
Making a Trump taking many lives
Wishing and hunting
Ancient skills of skinning.
His powerful majic odor
Dilates our nostrils
And quickens our hearts.
He will be written with berry juice
Since his brain is as a tortilla
made with turtle’s eggs
coming to Act, coming to Eat
With Putin and his Ego
Within the necessities
Of all the livings.
Daniel de Culla (1955) is a writer, poet, and photographer. He is also a member of the Spanish Writers Association, Director of the Gallo Tricolor Review, and Robespierre Review. He moves between North Hollywood, Madrid and Burgos, Spain.
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