The white wolf dog stalks lozenges of sunlight travelling the convent wall. Two well-dressed ladies go down the steps where I’m sitting: “pues, fíjate María,” “mind you, the way these students behave…”—their journey of careful stepping between lounging beggars and self-conscious bohemians takes them out of my hearing.
This photo is of the upper part of the Quintana square, the "Quintana de Vivos": of the living. The lower part of the square, "Quintana dos Mortos" (of the dead) was a cemetery in medieval times.
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This poem is from my second book, Santiago Sketches, which is entirely set in the pilgrimage city of Santiago de Compostela in northwestern Spain. You can read more poems here, in Spanish and in English. You can buy the book on Amazon here, or if you’d rather buy local, order from your bookshop. More information is available on my website.
This post gives the background on the editing of Santiago Sketches, which was distilled from perhaps 100 little pocket notebooks, which were shaped from being carried around in my trouser pocket.