Henry "The Black" in Avignon: periplus on feet

The sun shone like a caramelo Sugus when the king Enrique "El Negro" trespassed the gates of Avignon:

as soon as his majesty entered the town, he danced barefoot, like a dwarf on the bridge*, and sang

and his cohorts danced and sang with him, with servile obsequiousness:

«Sur le pont d'Avignon, on y danse, on y danse
sur le pont d'Avignon, on y danse tout en rond.»


The city was walled in iron and asbestos, to protect it from eventual attacks of the Muslim sulphur

and the houses of the burgesses looked like enlarged panettone boxes color pink, ruined by the natural oil of the Mediterranean oxygen, which sometimes brings crap and origan with the breeze:

a miserable sycophant, yellow-faced and melancholic like a pear, gave him a cold cup of vin blanc "spumante" to refresh the royal throat under the inclement ardor of the day

and the king king drank like a satrap, and he was clad with mahogany tulle, the king king
and ovoid diadema crowned his head, because he was a Teuton monarch, un rey alemán

and the minion talked to him in English, since king Henry "The Black" was German, and ignored the French but, for the sovereign, the English language was unbearable, so they communicated through the difficult and lost art of the pantomime, like two pantaloons, or harlequins:


all of a sudden the sun went down with immoderate brusqueness over Avignon, and a banquet was organized by the royal cortege

the black and void throne was mentally lifted by a parapsychologist, and hanged over the heads of the attendants for his majesty to devour chicken and observe from above

and Henri "Le Noir" looked, effectively, like those glorified saints ascending to Heaven, which illustrated the medieval missals

because his red beard dripped fat drops of grease over the neurasthenic courtisans.


While the rex and the hidalgos drank from chalice of gold, and ate from plate of silver

on the pestilent lanes, surrounding le château communal, the starving mob screamed for lentils and water

a macilent varlet appeared at the monstrous balcony and threw bread and piss at the indignant canaille, that died of inanition, illuminated by the science, that God of the modern men.







In the ignited central hall of the castle, isolated from the fetid smells of the populace, abject trobadours entertained the intoxicated monarch with mesters de juglaría and monkeys, when the sun started rupturing the hymen of the horizon from the east.









*The bridge of Avignon was built later, it didn't exist in times of Henry "The Black".