The Chair And The Carnations

-Whoever went to Seville lost their chair, you tell me.
And I answer:
-No way, because I had to go shit.
I went to shit, as you commanded me
And shit told me that itdoesn't wait for me
Because it only wants you.
Go!
That  it is like a found page
In the Sierra del Elefante (Elephant’ mountais), in Atapuerca
Mountain range located north of Ibeas de Juarros
In the province of Burgos, Castile
Land of good pigs
Praised by a German
In which appears, in relief
The drawing of Homo erectus
With a paleontologically hanging member
Similar to ours
That we saw ourselves peeing together
In the ladies' restroom
At the Los Claveles Restaurant
Because the men's was occupied
In which we ate a Olla podrida (hotpot)
Fountain food
That we bet
With the most handsome and the ugliest
Of living writers that we are you and me
That sitting in this chair
Me first and you later
Counting the total number of farts we let out
Because of the red beans
And the chorizo, blood sausage, and streaky bacon poypourri
Ear and little feet, trophies, delicacies of the pig
Who presented the handsome sum of 268.
From this chair, between the Te Deum of farts
We bet on each other
And the shots of white orujo (grape romace) we swallowed
While we cleaned our teeth
With toothpicks I was able to pull
Without anyone noticing
From the donkey jawbone with which Cain killed Abel
We saw a train car passing  beneath the clouds
Among holm oaks, oak groves, scrubland of gorse
Rosemary, lavender, thyme, and sage
Through whose windows peeked out some asses
That were like the faces of Thartac, god of the Hivites
Of Cain, Abel, Sancho, Don Quixote
Samson, Silenus, Midas, Machiavelli
Photius, Fallopius, Jester.
A train driven by a pig
And moving slowly
On its way to crash into the Statue of Liberty
Located on Liberty Island
South of Manhattan Island
Near the mouth of the Hudson River
And near Ellis Island in New York
What it didn't achieve
Because it was crossed by the penis of a goose
Which, just about, left the Capitol
And some say it was Washington's penis
And others that it was Thomas Jefferson's penis
Both of greatness, beauty, simplicity
As it could not be otherwise.
Democritus, my friend, says:
We Spaniards worship pigs.
I, Cambriles, say:
Without pigs
Perhaps Spain would not have had kings.