Carrer de Degollada

Through the Carrer de Degollada wise cats walk, and they wait at the gate of the butcher shop "Carnicer i Carnicer", for the owner, Ramonn Carnicer, to throw some cow's lung at them.

With indifference the cat waits, licking his clawed foot or zarpa with cat-esque delight, until Ramonn Carnicer appears, opening the door like an angry Ostrogoth: enormous man with a tatty cigarette in his lips and white apron all stained in blood, who casts the pieces of lung at the felines with tender brutality

reunited around the venous bofes like syndicalists during a strike, the kittens chew the spongy respiratory organs of the butchered bovine with that patronizing apathy that characterizes these domestic carnivores, so similar to the despise

from my window, at 686 kilometres of distance, I observe the bloody scene in infra-red with digital binoculars implanted into my brain:

in my opinion, this ought to be the Barcelona's street where all the butcher shops are, because Carrer de Degollada means Headless Woman Street

sort of Catalan Rue Morgue: a narrow lane where dismaying things happen at midnight, without policeman, preboste, inspector or milico to help us.


Through the Carrer de Degollada thirsty vampires fly at 00:01 a.m; and they wait at the gate of the butcher shop "Carnicer i Carnicer", for the owner, Ramonn Carnicer, to throw some bucketful of fresh bull's blood at them.

With alarming eyes the vampiro waits, biting his own tongue and swallowing the blood with vampire-esque delight, until Ramonn Carnicer appears, opening the door like a furious Gaul: enormous man with a tatty cigarette in his lips and white apron all stained in blood, who casts bucketfuls of blood at the Draculas with tender brutality

reunited around the lakes of blood, copiously shed on the sidewalk, the vampires lick and suck the precious liquid on all fours, tasting the sanguine juice of butchered bovines with sick pleasure, like black German mosquitoes enamoured of Herr Teufel.




From a nocturnal distance measured in optical fiber cable, I observe this crimson theatre under the moon blindness with retinally inserted lense.