Cementerio de Comillas
As the days get shorter and the temperature falls, I remember the clear bright light of Comillas. It seems very distant now but it is only three weeks since we returned. The same evening I captured the Monumento we walked across to the adjoining headland, home to Cementerio de Comillas, a spectacular graveyard in an enviable location – tombs with a view.
The cemetery of Comillas is located on the site of an abandoned parish church from the 15th or 16th century and is guarded by the Ángel exterminador Fachada:
Tourists, like me, come to gawp; the locals come to place flowers and dust down their dead relatives. I am touched and envious. I have nowhere to go. Burned to ashes, my dead are cast to the four winds:
That’s me in the corner
That’s me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don’t know if I can do it …
Consider this
The hint of the century
Consider this
The slip that brought me
To my knees failed
What if all these fantasies
Come flailing around
Now I’ve said too much.