We realize the No-Man No-Woman land Between Warm/Hunger. It’s actually the No-thing That held us in bond Without a concrete tense Straddling the precipice Between Life & Death As a valid chasm. Warm & Hunger are On the same plane As receiving blanket In one hand A basket and shovel In the other Seemed together As ephemeral ghosts In our miserable Existence.
Distance
In the distance my business daily with the Sky remains alone. Pearl clouds that fly keep me at distance long listening white spotted fawns that I see as black knights like medieval Dominics fucking heretics and witches. Sky has a halfway of lives forgotten close tome planing dandelion blow balls and putting a glint-clink of beauty wonder in my open eyes over the blue Ocean passing the buck to the waves of lovely naked Persian women and Sirens listening and talking
Old Bridge New Bridge
When I saw Bridges’ Pic I had them with everything including myself, the river and land. These appear as “gurus” feeling in love with these pieces of Sky and Earth wanting aloneness, space, peace and clarification of our needs and I began to root in them for awhile. These are any iron road that we could follow without preconception: an entrance and exit into the World¡ I thought of them as our own personal Buddha: The one that was going to show us the way to Live and Pass on Earth two bridges that only together do they Exist the Old and the New as a whole. Who am we? Asses trapped in between packsaddles and bridges to recognize our nature to clarify all our needs and the quietness of an afternoon reviving songs that fill all senses, all forms, all space, all rivers all these symbols, all our thoughts: Old and New New and Old Life and Death Weak and Strong Happy and Bad Black and White Woman and Man. The Old Bridge and the New Bridge are in the growth of our wisdom to recognize our nature to clarify all our dreams and the plain truth: That we come to live and pass on Earth.
Bio: Daniel de Culla (1955) is a writer, poet, and photographer. He is also a member of the Spanish Writers Association, Earthly Writers International Caucus, Poets of the World, and others. Director of Gallo Tricolor Review, and Robespierre Review. He has participated in Festivals of Poetry, and Theater in Madrid, Burgos, Berlin, Minden, Hannover and Genève .He has exposed in many galleries from Madrid, Burgos, London, and Amsterdam. He is moving between North Hollywood, Madrid and Burgos, Spain. His address is in Burgos, just now. He has more than 70 published books.