{"id":26864,"title":"Los Peregrinos","description":"A visual poem created by Rebecca with footage and imagery from Matteo Delred.","content":"<p>A visual poem created by Rebecca W Morris with footage and imagery from Matteo Delred.<\/p><div data-youtube-video=\"\"><iframe class=\"youtube\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" allowfullscreen=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/awmgljrwwAc\"><\/iframe><\/div><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">The marshland rolled out\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">before her<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">Longer and longer the path\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">stretched out<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">Until she couldn\u2019t see an end.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">She couldn\u2019t breath\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">and her heart tugged<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">in between roaring cars\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">of perpetual motorways.<\/span><\/p><p><img src=\"https:\/\/images.teemill.com\/vbnsu5fmpxpouo1ajmrxjqjtcdl8ds4zaswfwdyhog1yztno.jpeg.jpeg?w=640&amp;v=2\" alt=\"Editable image\" \/><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">The other side. Salt. Earth. Sea.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">Birds circling ahead.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">She couldn\u2019t breathe.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">She wanted to run<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">Get to her destination.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">She remembered\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">fighting sleep on metros<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">Robbing lunches<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">A map in\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">her head that\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">covered hundreds,\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">maybe thousands of kilometres<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">Benches in un-congested areas<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">Places you could sneak in\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">to use the loo.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">Good coffee, cheap food.<\/span><\/p><p><img src=\"https:\/\/images.teemill.com\/ktlol3nr2aub3ehrkmsqmsiyu2upbsumgzv14fkemolrqstx.png.png?w=640&amp;v=2\" alt=\"Editable image\" \/><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">Trying to avoid eyes that\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">are avoiding yours too.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">Exercising side eye \u2013\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">Is everyone as sad as you?<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">Is it normal to feel your heart\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">like a stone, sunk into stomach?<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">Disassociate so that\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">you aren\u2019t there anymore?<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">And she returns to shrub and earth, swirling gulls.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">Locating breath\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">And remembers\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">that she\u2019s never going\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">to arrive.\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">That\u2019s the objective.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">There\u2019s nowhere to arrive to.\u201cI\u2019ve met so many different versions of you\u201d, he says.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">Me too, she thinks.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">She used to think about why everyone was hurtling towards death.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">Why bonds were forged in what you gained, or legalities.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">What end do you reach?<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">And then what, and then what?<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">She is back to the crunch\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">of feet<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">and crackles of wheels<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">There is no end, nor next level.<\/span><\/p><p><img src=\"https:\/\/images.teemill.com\/8rojxcoptksumfsntcsbai9ued9rqcdhr2c5rqnh8gszidmv.jpeg.jpeg?w=640&amp;v=2\" alt=\"Editable image\" \/><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">They talk about people in America\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">who sleep in cars cradling guns.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">The paranoia of pillaging pilgrims.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">Who choose incarceration over institutionalisation\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">Because eventually you can leave prison<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">Though prison never leaves you.<\/span><\/p><p><img src=\"https:\/\/images.teemill.com\/suceovztn5qx2dk1953epzyrsnejjbz41ghivxjj8uosu8kc.jpeg.jpeg?w=640&amp;v=2\" alt=\"Editable image\" \/><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">And there is a man in wellies picking crabs<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">And there is a stone gate that leads to nowhere<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">The entrance\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">reads: \u201cpains\u201d.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">The day before they had walked past a man smoking outside the entrance of the psychiatric unit. Another crumbling limestone house in the association of neighbours.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">They were speaking about\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">familial trauma and<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">she looked into his eyes, recognising\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">weary, world-worn resignation.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">But she saw he was still there<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">awake inside.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">And up ahead the gory baroque glory of San Miguel Iglesia.<\/span><\/p><p><img src=\"https:\/\/images.teemill.com\/sb3fed3oranbmowj9thzohzqkjyqf4vyixqebxz1nrs9pd3c.png.png?w=640&amp;v=2\" alt=\"Editable image\" \/><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">She stores the sounds and colours<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">and textures. Always too loud,<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">but a voice or call to anchor you.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">The birds scream and trill.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">Unsatiated dogs bark. Mountains of salt, parched earth, limestone, aches, pains.<\/span><\/p><p><img src=\"https:\/\/images.teemill.com\/cvycni4gi20c0omoywmhzubfh1d3crildl26gjppmlylpcjn.jpeg.jpeg?w=640&amp;v=2\" alt=\"Editable image\" \/><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">The pilgrims walk.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">They get closer and further at<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">the same time.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">Dots on a landscape; Google Maps.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">If you stop, you hear the\u00a0<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">scuttle of crabs.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">The season of jaramego has passed.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">The earth is drier, we deny thinking about the nearing drought.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">Rain reminds us of sad, abundant tears, the joy, elation, frenzy then the comedown, repose, soul-searching.<\/span><\/p><p><img src=\"https:\/\/images.teemill.com\/augmwmgomp37rfh2dnnbs5nui2nrhf7nthwe5fjapsep1ri0.jpeg.jpeg?w=640&amp;v=2\" alt=\"Editable image\" \/><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">Somewhere between hermetic and hedonism.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">You feel the heart<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">squeezing you<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">from time to time.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">You think of<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">your fragility,<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">fallibility. The fullness<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">and frankness of it all.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">The jolt inside as<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">you squash an ant,<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">your brother, your<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">salvation, your light.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">Percussion reminds us that our heart continues, that it\u2019s strung to the beat of every other creature, fluttering, scratching.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">And that\u2019s why she\u2019s here now.<\/span><\/p><p><img src=\"https:\/\/images.teemill.com\/lwbalfnnzwqsfdhmkzf2py6qnesftfrp86lx3d0zg7ztcrbh.jpeg.jpeg?w=640&amp;v=2\" alt=\"Editable image\" \/><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">Detecting the pulse<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">even in a desolate stretch<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">and tracing her own<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">end, connecting it to<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">each and every other<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">animated, deceased<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">atom, forever circling<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">the infinite pulse and scratch.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">The map blurred, unlined,<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Work Sans', sans-serif;\">Unmarked in her mind.<\/span><\/p><p><img src=\"https:\/\/images.teemill.com\/wcj8p15snatjcj18mu7kicfdlis9u0zuhiscphqd1xokbpkr.jpeg.jpeg?w=640&amp;v=2\" alt=\"Editable image\" \/><br \/><\/p>","urlTitle":"los-peregrinos","url":"\/blog\/los-peregrinos\/","editListUrl":"\/my-blogs","editUrl":"\/my-blogs\/edit\/los-peregrinos\/","fullUrl":"https:\/\/lostcampitos.com\/blog\/los-peregrinos\/","featured":false,"published":true,"showOnSitemap":true,"hidden":false,"visibility":null,"createdAt":1682277393,"updatedAt":1700356113,"publishedAt":1700356113,"lastReadAt":null,"division":{"id":209850,"name":"Lost Campitos"},"tags":[{"id":2797,"code":"rebecca","name":"Rebecca","url":"\/blog\/tagged\/rebecca\/"},{"id":2886,"code":"matteo","name":"Matteo","url":"\/blog\/tagged\/matteo\/"}],"metaImage":{"original":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/js2xx3vwighcedfvud9mqvbauxxlyuscel0k1gkkcdcv53bv.jpeg","thumbnail":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/js2xx3vwighcedfvud9mqvbauxxlyuscel0k1gkkcdcv53bv.jpeg.jpg?w=1140&h=855","banner":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/js2xx3vwighcedfvud9mqvbauxxlyuscel0k1gkkcdcv53bv.jpeg.jpg?w=1920&h=1440"},"metaTitle":"Los Peregrinos","metaDescription":"A visual poem created by Rebecca with footage and imagery from Matteo Delred.","keyPhraseCampaignId":null,"series":[],"similarReads":[{"id":24851,"title":"Love","url":"\/blog\/love\/","urlTitle":"love","division":209850,"description":"Artist Matteo Delred and writer Rebecca Mar\u00eda reflect on love. 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