My serenity , and hope
wrapped in your love
like candy
castanets playing to the sound of
Seville, so full
light and color her spell brings me
by the shadow of this love.
De Taranto and Gypsies
the sway of her flamenco
will sing the cantejondo
accompanying
my cries for all the suffering
I have of is my love,
to be, but not I have,
weigh my soul,
not stop ringing that
guitar ago
streak to grieve for my tears.
I corrodes the wind
that
combing my hair with a comb your flight today
want to sing with his throat torn
blood flowing by
my vocal cords,
I'll make your love
music in my soul.
© 2011 Rosana Marti
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