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Amate piel desnuda
amate consternada
constelacion comandada
con sueños de hada.

Amate cebollita morada
que lloras bajo la almohada
no le temas a la parvada
vigilante atrapada.

Amate cristal censurado
de claro destello amado
corazon de candado
que sangra azul fluido.

Amate sensual florida
que escupe en la herida
flama candente herrada
sin tierra, sin ojos, sin nada.
For my Mom’s Journey on the  Camino de Santiago

By CHRISTINE MULVIHILL

In our dreams
The world is more perfect then it seems
The pieces to the puzzle fit just right
Love works out when you hold on tight.

Picture perfect a world all our own
Tales and wishes to most unknown
Dreams are like magic when they come true
And when I dream I dream of you.

Dreams make the impossible come to life
A knight with a sword dreamed the boy with a knife
Dreams take us far from here
To where the rain tastes sweet and the sky is clear.

Dreams can take us from candied mountains to dragons & fire
Through our dreams we fulfill our desires
Dream a dream just for me
Hold my hand so I can see
Just what it is you’re dreaming of
I give you my heart I give my love.

In a dream this all exists
And dare I ask but of one kiss
In a dream it could all be true
What in reality I dare not do.

What is secret what I keep hidden
In my dreams are not forbidden
Dreams come from the heart and fill the soul
Dreams are the things that make us whole.

Whether real or pure imagination
Dreams are our own personal creation
Dreams will make us laugh and make us cry
Dreams will make us come alive
Knowing one day if we work hard through
That maybe one day they will come true.

Whatever your dream whatever it maybe
Look at it in the light and you will see
Whatever it is you want to be
Close your eyes and dream with me.

The wonderful feeling waking up from a dream
Even though it wasn’t what it seemed
Knowing that you can go back again
In the snow or in the rain.

Close your eyes and you are there
You can leave behind thoughts of despair
All you need is an open mind
And have a dream of any kind.

Dream a knight riding the mist
Dream of true love’s first real kiss
Fall asleep then you feel
Waking up to the world unreal.

Daemons and sorcerers sent from hell
A beautiful princess fallen down a well
Face a monsters grueling stare
Dreams have the power to take you there.

Come with me to a place our own
Go to where reality is unknown
Come my love, come and see
Dream a little dream with me.

To MARY PAT MACDONALD with all my LOVE
Mom plans on completing the most popular route of the Camino de Santiago, the Camino Frances from St. Jean Pied de Port in France to Santiago de Compostela in Spain, the walk should take her about 30 to 35 days. In order to achieve this time, she would need to walk between 23 and 27 kilometers per day (14 to 16 miles). The Camino de Santiago is known in English as the Way of Saint James.
valentine Jul 10
yellow
you waited for me in madrid
blue
your presence granted me pain in granada
orange
within breaks of pain i was granted joy in segovia
turqoise
i truly remembered how much i love you in toledo
black
you hated me in seattle
white
i learned love without pain is not love
gray
you granted me life
(No puedo hablar la lengua.)
I cannot speak my father's native tongue.
(No puedo hablar suficiente...)
At least, not enough of it to get by.
(...no entiendo, lo siento.)
The body I inhabit feels like foreign territory.
(No lo se.)
My grasp of it ends here.

I. OTRA VIDA

Dia de san valentin, 2000: mi padre aprendió inglés por amor; voló a través del mar Mediterráneo. Él tiene miedo de los sonidos cuando trata de hablar. Pero él lo intenta. Él habla casi perfectamente -- mientras, estoy teniendo una conversación uno-a-uno con Google. Es vergonzoso.

I recall two or three trips, max. There's a blend of urban and natural that's a haven for the eye -- the buildings themselves are seduced by the sun; divine blends of amber, tawny, white. Classically Romantic. That nighttime humidity fogs up your lungs and makes it feel like a hug. There was a time when we were poised to move back there - and in Dad's case, another, nearly leaving without any desire to take me with him.

My makeshift home is built upon stereotypes: orange trees, olive oil, generous glasses of vino. Pienso qué un otra vida where I'm stood on the beach at dusk, with heavy-lidded eyes and ears attuned to cicadas and rolling waves. This is narcissistic lust for the woman I could've been - she is all smiles, bilingual, peace embodied. Those are the nights when I'm not careful: she leaves my bed by morning.

II. ESTA VIDA

To mourn the "what ifs" shows a lack of gratitude for what is, and god, what luck! For inglés to be the second most-spoken language, de-facto "centre of the universe"! To migrate most anywhere and get by; for the Western world to be coerced into Anglophonic bliss since tourism makes their ends meet!

On a holiday, I clam up ordering "una batista fresa" and get a taste of how my father feels. José Francisco: his colleagues call him Frank, in the same way I shun my legal surname because a Spanish 'LL' is too hard for others to grasp. I reek of privilege - post-post-Franco, white European, playing with my non-language behind closed doors. There's private delight in a rolled 'r': momentarily, I'm local, not a mere faux-foreigner appropriating my own heritage. Ironic - he tries to be "less immigrant" whilst I've got the fortune of trying to be more.

I was born into a universe of possibilities. A million options feel like fate -- screenwriter, Oxford grad, Spanish barmaid-or-waitress-or-I'll-take-whatever -- each unchased path is a reminder that, somehow, I'm choosing wrong. I've never perceived myself as small (ex-tall child, "ex"-chubby kid with a head outstretching the clouds, first of the eleven-year-olds to grow **** and got gawped at like I'd grown an extra nostril). Outside this hall of mirrors, I am tiny -- too small to have this many dreams -- manifesting as terror-borne paralysis because I want to do more than I'm built for. Solution: aim smaller or grow up.
half-whiny, half-dreaming. i don't normally rely on google translate - i'm trying to self-teach with duolingo (occasionally enlisting grammatical help via dad).
Sweet Yiddish whispers in my black and white slippers
Delving into daydreams of dark and desperate days
Spilling turpentine on tiles tearing me away for miles
Feeling frantic flutters in the back of my brain
Bearing backlot benches bordering the land of Spain
Roses rowing to Roman seas that no one sees
Leering lullabies of lackadaisical lovers, known to never fly
I like the way this one sounds
Cash Carlos Jan 28
Forgive me,
for all the time
I've lost gazing into your eyes,
for dreaming of you
when you were away,
for imagining you
before we met,
for wanting
more of you,
even when
you are in my arms.

Forgive me,
but my soul
knows
what it wants,
and all it wants
is you.
HeWhoExplores Dec 2018
Leaves crumble under unwashed trainers; silence
He walks along the avenue with hands in pockets,
As street lamps pave the way along the lonely avenue
A Hen Party is sighted; their noisy presence noticed
Out of nowhere a taxi rolls up, a casualty is claimed
He gazes at the midnight stars and smiles
Like a fantasy; a big bubble that hasn’t yet burst
Conversing and gentle laughter picks up at the street corner,
Whilst crowds of hipsters and young people dance and discuss
As Friday nights go; rules are meant to be broken
As this quaint little place provides an escape from it all
With its neon signs and hippy vibes,
Its bonsai trees and chandeliers
Bikes hang from the walls and flower pots roam free
He is greeted by an Ola! and a welcoming smile
A piano sounds from within, a cold breeze chills his neck
He rolls up his collar and enters; silence
Chrissy Nov 2018
Speak Spanish to me
because I don't want to understand
what your spewing at me
just let me kiss down your jaw
and stop just at the corner of your plump lips
leave you craving more
then chase me
let's run
away from the past
and let's fall into the present
speak Spanish to me
because I'm in love
probably with much more than just the language
speak Spanish to me porque
you have etched
the rhythm of your love on my body
te quiero amor
I love you love
SUNDARAM SARMA Nov 2018
Granada is a town that holds quite well its very own,
With an unique culture blend that is difficult to disown,
There is the confluence of diverse religions,
Which frankly, is nothing short of legion

Christianity and Islam pervade all aspects of daily life,
In shops, monuments and restaurants with hardly any strife,
It always feels good to see such diversity,
All the more so when there is unmistakable unity

The up and down alleys are a countless maze,
That can leave visitors in a state of daze,
There is little possibility however of losing track,
Since there is rarely ever a cul-de-sac

Restaurants and street cafes are just about everywhere,
All one needs to know is how to get there,
The variety of cuisine is as diverse as it can be,
That one just needs to ask "what will it be"?

Flamenco performers strut their talent at the wayside,
With enthusiastic onlookers egging them on side by side,
The foot tapping rhythm is pure joy to listen,
Through hours of practice, drawn from inspiration within

Crowds gather at the square for a glimpse of the sunset view,
Grabbing vantage spots for the breathtaking view,
The endless clicking of photos is inevitable as it would seem,
For those who skip it, it would probably remain in their dreams

Ice creams and sorbets come in a multitude of flavors,
Making a choice is never without a waiver,
People of all ages love savoring the cool taste,
From morning till late night, there is rarely any haste

Driving through 15 feet narrow alleys would appear to require special skills,
Not so to the locals who probably deem it a routine daily drill,
Peugeots, Renaults, Skodas and Benz can all be seen at play,
Hey, this is Europe - hence there is little surprise at the wide array!

From Granada to Cordoba is the next lap of our travel,
Wonder what mystique it is likely to unravel,
Thus far it has been totally exhilarating,
So look forward to some more poetic commentating
SUNDARAM SARMA Nov 2018
Cordoba is home to the largest mosque in the world,
The Mezquita's architectural splendour is a stunning monument to behold,
It is a confluence of Jewish, Islamic and Christian trinity,
Whose influence through the ages will stretch to eternity

Swarming with tourists be it individuals or groups,
Who throng the roads through which they incessantly troop,
The multi-cultural mix is what makes the sight so appealing,
One cannot but experience the inescapable joyful feeling

As one saunters through the must- visit touristic Jewish Quarter,
The innumerable winding lanes and by-lanes really do not matter,
Rows and rows of shops have a wide range of offerings,
All that one needs to do is spend without bothering

It's a gourmet's delight at restaurants when it comes to variety,
One needs to go through the menu card in it's entirety,
The trick is to experiment with different types of food,
Hopping in and out of eateries makes you feel so good

The sweltering heat does little to dampen the enthusiasm,
People go about their work with no less dynamism,
The famed Spanish siesta can still be seen at play,
With shuttering of shops and offices just past mid-day

With tourism a major factor contributing to the economy,
It is important to underscore the need to live in harmony,
This trait among people is so blatantly on display,
An ingrained culture preserved till this very day
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