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DISTURBED PILGRIMS

Like a distraught pilgrim I'm going to do the Camino de Santiago With a friend who, like me Was a rebellious seminarian Yesterday a believer, today a hardened atheist. We no longer believe in nonsense Nor in the charlatanry of tricksters We only believe in our body Which is our only Beloved And in his flower of Love With his two hanging balls. We have agreed to walk To Santiago de Compostela From the Hermitage of San Amaro, in Burgos. We go with only what we have on; without an Euro And a bag with a change of clothes just in case Along with some sandals for saints. “The rebellious priests are already leaving for Santiago. The La Milanera neighborhood is now staying Happy and pleased not to see for a while These “****** priests”” Some San Amaro songs sing. We took the Via de Bayona To go to Compostela Until we reached La Puebla de Arganzón Where we linked up with the French road. Tired, we arrived at Monasterio de Rodilla And, on top of its rocks Full of ruins of a castle From the first period of the Reconquista We sat looking at the Church of Santa Marina Which is said to have been an old Monastery Delighting our eyes all over the valley of La Bureba Just like our carnal flower Raised high up He cutting his cane, and I mine. A shepherdess who saw us Driving her fifty sheep and four goats Went crying on the way to Oña Her dog barking at us. Sleepless, at dawn Looking towards Atapuerca We decided to go back home Because we were missing The mortar and pestle.

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Date: 11/15/2024 12:25:00 AM
very nice and interesting, i love travels and thoughts, thanks poet
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