into the spring on the calendar with a full moon impact of millions of years scaring hallucinating cats and people, and a tide that plays to withdraw, as if to swallow coup in the next draw ... but the world keeps moving, slow, fast, foreign, harmful. There is only stillness and silence of birds in the cemetery, where a Christ without passing calls from the road to mausoleums and cypress trees with shadows that we lick the body between resols. Tombstones, memories, tears, dead flowers, broken niches, lime white gypsy life mourning which borders with a fine edge of picture. Christ was not crying honey in the cemetery.
Honeys Christ, Antonio Susilla. San Fernando Cemetery, Seville.
Written by Aurora Flores. ABC Diario de Sevilla. March 22, 2011.
Photo: José Javier Rodríguez Comas
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