Lechería en Pueblo Seco

 "Así como el brazo de la noche es vencido por su contrincante, el tiempo, y se va combando hacia su solar ocaso..."

''Dairy in Dry Town''

Alexis Andresón lived in Barrax, and Barrax is a town of the south east of Spain
though the ville is usually known as "Pueblo Seco", because of its dry weather
and its oxygen is full of the honey and the diamonds of the witches.



The air is silvery at this town, that belongs to the Autonomous Community of Castile-La Mancha, the dry country of Don Quixote

that mature man who lost his reasons and serenities for the medieval fables, among windmills and giants



that thin apparation who lived trapped in the mind of an errant knight, when the errant knights didn't exist anymore.

That laughing stock, figurine of the Castilian imagery, soul of its irreality, along with its courtisans, dwarves and noblemen. 

Caricature of its adventurous epos: the Castile that created America...and forgot about Castile: a cruel pirouette, a comedy, a myth, a bad movie?






Alexis Andresón owned a dairy: "Dairies and creameries Andresón", a minimal shop where he sold the noble products that the bovine species has to offer (though there were sheep milk and cheese at his store, and sheep yogurt, too, since the sheep are very numerous in that zone).



Alexis Andresón milked the cows and even the sheep himself, animals which lived in his dairy farm

every day, at 5:55 AM, he milked them.


The white gold was then bottled in metallic milk churns, and transported to the town in a "Citroen" van

the van was followed by the roosters and the fairies of the dawn.





The cheese and the yogurt [bifidus] were also elaborated by Alexis Andresón, who used computerized devices to produce the "cuajada" effect, his especiality.





"Dairies and creameries Andresón" was one of the best-known dairy shops of Castile-La Mancha, visited by Russian, Italian and British tourists, who showed their red faces at the store, attracted by its fame, wishing to taste its delicious exclusivities, like the "burned custard", the "grapefruit yogurt", or the "dulce de leche" (pronounced "dulceleche" by the ignorant people), extravagant recipe that Andresón stole from the popular Brazilian gastronomy one time during his vacations in that country, many years ago.




Alexis Andresón, after years attending his prosperous shop, died, choked with a portion of cheese that -strangely- wasn't "Andresón" brand, but "La vaca que ríe"


during the funeral, the coffee's were served with milk of Banshee


crying matrons and Asturians bagpipers were imported for the funereal circus


a fluorescent Christ observed from the wall with eyes of bread.













The creamery has been closed ever since

Pueblo Seco feels a bit lonelier in summer

and a bit sadder


and the donkeys stopped having erections
and the church bell muted its toll.











Neighbors of the ville, though, swear to have seen a white spectre appearing from the big and metallic milk churns


but only in nights of full moon



bathed in the lacteal liquid, a spectre, or spectrum


white of milk, and white of beyond















...and like a round cheese, the lunar light

shining

shining...