IN HIGH SEA:Daniel de Culla - Spanish Poet

IN HIGH SEA

With each of my front oars

Caressing the waves

Of San Vicente de la Barquera

In Cantabria

With my thumb, index finger, middle finger

Ring, earpiece or little finger

The palm of my hand and my wrist

I reached the high seas

Far from the beach.

On my right hand an olive grove

Where a shipwreck disappeared

That will never come back.

In the sky, a star

That looked like a clock hand.

In the gentle swell of the waves

Cards floated together and rigged

Hair from the girls' Mount of Venus

That I dreamed of carding them.

Six or eight locks of hair

Tangled between my fingers.

Going around to recognize the place

How hunters or hunters do when hunting

I saw a little boat drifting

Forsaken by God’ hand

With three naked females

Without head or tail

That it came to me without having looked for it

Although I had already guessed

When with my carnal telescope

Swimming belly up

I saw that, opportunely, it was coming towards me.

There were three asses with two arms

Like those they sell in Sexshops

That protesters come to buy

From a street protest

After suspending it

For not getting anything clean

And be able to console themselves with these.

Suddenly, when I least thought about it

They came to my mouth

Giving them the latest jobs

To finish them off

Shaking hands one ass with another.

Under the sea, the boat sank

Rosing  like a balloon to the sky

In a very short time, exclaiming:

-The tambourines are in good hands

And you take care of that your right hand

That does the rooster take.

Give the rooster

And feathers remain in your hand

Bloody hell!!

-Daniel de Culla

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