Light drizzle as if the Atlanticwere examining its conscienceNovember no longer pretendsRain dowsed its bonfires and sparksSantiago is Spain’s secret capitalPatrols arrive day and nightPilgrims wander its streets, exhaustedor eager, like ordinary touristsA woman sat by the cathedralShe leaned on her backpack and sobbedThe pilgrimage is overWhere will she go nowCathedrals are only stonesStones don’t […]
Source : Santiago de Compostela
