When the Frog Grows Hairs
To her, my sister Santa Pe
Slim and pretty
Our mother wanted to marry
As soon as possible
But she didn’t want to do.
Forced, she met a boy
That he loved her
But she didn’t even want
Nor in photography.
As he invited her to Cinema España
To see the movie Salon Kitty
A luxurious Berlin brothel
That the Nazis used as a cover
Of espionage and sexual misdeeds
In which Helmut Berger works
That she loves and adores
She accepted the invitation.
At midnight they went to the cinema
And the very naughty
As soon as they sit in the seats
Lights out
Starting the movie
The rogue was going to the chestnut
His sword out and outstretched
With the intention of penetrating
Or that she rubbed it.
-Stop right there, stay still, wimpy
Santa Pe told him.
I know what you want
I know where you’re going
I know what you’ve come for
Do you want to charge the entrance
Sticking your sword up my thighs.
Go dig chives
Or to fuck your mother, fool.
I will give you my love
When the frog grows hair.
He put the sword in his fly
Grumpy, sad and heartbroken
Left the cinema
Shitting on the mother
That Santa Pe gave birth.
She was happy, very happy
Watching how Helmut Berger
Fucked good girls
And, once fucked
He offered them to German officers.
She also saw how
Some dwarfs with swastikas on their penises
Fucked Jewish prisoners
Trying to make them
Prostitute agents.
Her mother was on the balcony
She was on the balcony
To see if her daughter came.
When she saw her approach the balcony
Her mother asked:
– How about daughter?
How did it go?
She happily replied:
-Mother, he is the third one that I send for a walk.
Nobody is telling me:
“Open your clam, Margarita
That I want to charge the entrance”.
With my clam, mother
I don’t intend to earn a living.
This Flower
As the Eresma river drains from the slopes
From Guadarrama on the way to La Granja
In Segovia
So my love slipped through where I slept
Your peacock, beloved soul.
This flower represents our pure love
That we gave ourselves through the most intoxicating places
From our mountain where kings and subjects
Made children “like Donkey”
As any animal.
In the Boca del Asno, on the ground
Where your peacock slept
Now yes
I came to you, you caressed me, you pampered me
And then my Love fell on you
Until, after the ecstasy
Love left for the forests of Valsaín.
Here and now yes
As in the times
In which the monarchs were measured with the bears
You rode me on a horse
And we went for a walk across the river
Singing:
“I will give you
I will give you beautiful girl
I’ll give you one thing
One thing I only know, pine nuts!
Until my imperial eagle
Returned to nest in the cup of your haughty pine
Hugging your peacock
Putting my lips
In your donkey mouth
Eating a peach
With a red heart
-How rich it is
Although it doesn’t taste like anything, I told you.
You turned red
Placing the bow of your ponytail
On the neck of my imperial eagle.
Biography
Daniel de Culla is a writer, poet, painter 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, Nietzsche Circle, Red Internacional de Escritores por la Tierra, and others. Director of Gallo Tricolor Review, and Robespierre Review. He participated in many Festivals of Poetry, and Theater, and has collaborated and collaborates with various magazines and reviews