06-24-2018, 11:04 PM
in the hot nights of Andalusia
the moon shines in the bull’s sweaty back
ay ay ay the colors
boys throw the shirts
river noise
everything is so wonderful
when the stars are big
and clear the paths of young blood
ah, gypsy
the fish floats on my wrist
in the fine rain of my eyes
my forgotten song – Andalusia
the moon shines in the bull’s sweaty back
ay ay ay the colors
boys throw the shirts
river noise
everything is so wonderful
when the stars are big
and clear the paths of young blood
ah, gypsy
the fish floats on my wrist
in the fine rain of my eyes
my forgotten song – Andalusia
'Because the barbarians will arrive today;and they get bored with eloquence and orations.' CP Cavafy