Poems of the World (Spain)


Of country bless by songs and sun, lots of sun

Of a place were horses run free and laugther is not far away

Of war and explotions

Of hatred and compaction .

Of knowing that God exists and family is what you relay  on

Of glasses of Sangria and Quesadilas

Of  a capital that has a beat  of its own

Of bull figths and men who are men.

Of  princes and his princess and little royal children

Of cathedrals that are so beautiful you are in hew...

Of a place my own country has borders with, Espanha..

Of a dialogue that sounds like home to me

To this place i write about to you Espanha i  applaud you...


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