Periplus of an Asturian witch [and disappearance]

One morning of cloud Xoana Llera Lanes decided suddenly to travel world, so she started walking with her long legs, through valleys and mounts.

And she passed by Xarceléi, by Villatexil, by Xedré, and by Llarón
and she passed by Xinestosu, by Llinares, by Bisuyu, and  by Xichón

village where she stopped to rest, seating her nates on the soft grass.

On the grass there were seven fallen apples, Xoana Llera Llanes picked them and ate them, though the apples were slightly rotting, but she was too hungry to smell it.

After this banquet, Xoana Llera Llanes started feeling herself profoundly sleepy, but a little rain fell (which here is called a orbayin), so she had to keep on walking.

After trespassing Llimanes at high speed with her stretched legs, that ran like two helixes, she passed running by the municipalities of Box, Lluanco and Soutu Lluiña, where she stopped once again, to sleep in an abandoned stable replete of chotacabras.

Close to midnight, a huge black wolf descended from L'Infiestu

yes

the beast, property of the Seraphim, it came walking to the stable to eat Xoana, because she was a witcha:

she showed the beast her cunt, and splashed the wolf eyes with vaginal juices, blinding the animal, that escaped running with its eight legs in motion, and sibilant screams.

The rest of the night she slept in peace, smelling the summer hay of Pravia, eating cacahuetes asleep


apparently, at that hour, the sky above was mercy or pie for the pilgrims to Compostela.






As a new day breaks the firmament with its neutral grey light, Xoana Llera Llanes continues her march, heading for the town called Ayer, which in Spanish means "yesterday", but in Asturian means "ayer"

and she passed by Llastres, by Llue, by Ceis and by Uviéu
and she passed by Tol, by Trelles, by Navia, and by Llangréu

and when the afternoon clouds were lower than the ground, she arrived in Ayer... but warning!

At the gates of the walled village a giant Cuélebre appears in the scene, extending his kilometric wings in his flight

offensive monster, consanguineal of the European dragon and the Medusa, owner of the platino, and owner of the yellow-eyed birds of the forest: his head is covered with blisters full of pus

but... who's this ghastly shadow, this airborne viper?

[but who, who is this shadow that follows my shadow wherever I may roam?]



His eyes scatter a disgusting smell, and he flies in circles heavily before descending in front of Xoana Llera Lanes


she observes the Cuélebre astonished, though she knows him:


the beast lands on the flat terrain, and starts speaking through the ganglions of his brain, which smell like gold


the speech of a Cuélebre shouldn't be transcribed, ever.
It consists of a supernatural combination of words which may drive the listener insane

drive the reader mad


Xoana, as any pythoness, is immune to the mathematic phrasal assemblage of the monster, though his words hurt the air with sibilant edge in brutal telegnosis:

as the reptile keeps on talking, she extracts a flask, which contains a philtre made with the light of the days

with amorous movement of her hand, the enchantress throws the flask at the dragon:

the glass crashes on the hardened scales of the Cuélebre and the potion is absorbed by his skin, to the bones

and the bones of the Cuélebre are black]




the beast is dissolved in the ardor that the elixir provoked in his flesh, burning him alive

because it's a philtre made with the light of the days.



Consumed in pyros, the dragon swirls in circles and gets buried perforating the ground, though he cannot die:

in the center of the Earth, still alive and burning, the diamonds get adhered to his sticky flesh.




After this venture, Xoana Llera Llanes turns her back, leaving Ayer in the past, marching toward her predestination: the occult sea.


And she passed by Riellu, by Tinéu, by A Braña, and by Ounón
and she passed by Blimea, by Xío, by Les Regueres, and by Xixón

and when the evening clouds were lower than the ground, she marched toward the balcony of the big Ocean, la Cornisa Cantábrica

and under the emitted noises of a moon that never was there, her long legs descended by those marine stairs.