#spain
Matame,que sea despacio y con cautela,quiero verte mientras lo haces
Matame en silencio y con presicion,no quiero que termines ya
Matame no quiero estar vivo si solo vivo para extrañarte
Matame,quiero descansar
Quiero que seas tu quien lo haga
Matame con esa mirada,esa sonrisa esa dulce voz esas tiernas caricias
Matame mientras veo el momento en que me enamore discretamente de ti,queriendo ocultarlo hasta el día de hoy,matame pues quiero que duela
Matame sin excusas ni mentiras
Matame aunque quiera quedarme,quitame el peso de ahogarme,matame solo como tu puedes,matame aunque se que no quieres
Matame te lo imploro,llevame a descansar para poder sonreír a través de mis heridas,matame y recuérdame como aquel cobarde que se moría por ti.
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 12:57 AM UTC
From mountain tops to
Deep blue seas Spain
Is beautiful for all too see and
The sun shines bright on Madrid's
Golden sand and
A friendly wave from every hand
Spanish rivers flow a silver thread
Through valleys where the deer are fed
And Spain is precious and
A beautiful land and
People here a mix of all to
Stand strong together
And standing strong and
They laugh and sing they work and dream
Beside the river's flowing stream
And Spanish people stand for Palestine
And Spain a beautiful country for all to see
And the seasons change in graceful sway
From summer heat to winter's gray and
Spanish beauty lingers through it all
A gentle whisper answering the call
And Spain stands for Palestine
So let us cherish our beloved Spain and
This precious land that we have known
And keep it safe for those to come
A beautiful country Spain forever our cherished home.
Dec 22, 2025
Dec 22, 2025 at 4:20 AM UTC
There once was a man from Toledo
Who went to the beach in a Speedo:
He swam on his back,
And, enjoying a whack,
The ****** let loose his torpedo.
Dec 2, 2025
Dec 2, 2025 at 4:01 PM UTC
And when I pressed my fingers to the ground
The soft powdered dirt
The rock still warm from the suns glow
Beneath my fingers
Were the roots of the earth
Tangled
Twisted
A whole new world
Mirrored below
There was life, light
Beneath my hands
The roots of the earth grew
As continuously as my heart beat
Even through the concrete and rock
So powerful
I could still feel it
Nature broke through
Not with trumpets and flags
But with the quiet and gentle unfurling-
Of a new green shoot
The breeze
so tranquil
The breeze to calm an army
The late summer sun
Shining gold against the green and brown
Their leaves gently shook in rythm
Dancing to the oceans subtle song
Never a house been so beautiful
As the one in Spain
My home
The most beautiful
I wondered how anything could be more beautiful than this
Dreaming how the sea may look today
As the black metal vehicle took me away
From the only place I had ever loved
My home forever, that won’t change
-JJ
01/09/25
Nov 26, 2025
Nov 26, 2025 at 5:55 PM UTC
From the lovely warmth of Spain
To come home to the dark cold rain
I could really feel the strain
That bested me and you
It was four years on
And I though nothing could go wrong
I thought that I always belonged
Eternally to you
To retrace the path
And to resurrect the past
Forever looking back
There was nothing I could do
Now and then I have dreams
About times before the screams
But we fell apart at the seams
That much is true
Now those skies grey
There isnt anything I can say
To try and make you stay
I just can't get through
I know that once upon a time
I was yours and you were mine
I guess I will have to find
A way to change those skies to blue .
Nov 16, 2025
Nov 16, 2025 at 10:03 AM UTC
Did you seriously think, sonofabitch,
that if you dressed in a luxurious enough suit,
the blood on your hands would fade?,
the fear you once awoke go pale?
Do you seriously think that silk
makes children come back to life?
Brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers.
All dead.
By your own hands.
And once again, I found you on the goverment,
because when you put enough silk
(enough money)
around your shady words,
people can suddenly turn a blind eye
on the bombs you once made explode.
*She went shopping one day
to never come back.
They couldn’t even have her body at her funeral—
Oops! All we found was a tiny ****** arm.
Sorry about your mom, about your newborn.
You’ll never see either again.*
Do you seriously think
that money will make them come back to life?
Not even as zombies they could rise,
because to do so their bodies would need to be more
than tiny little ******* scraps.
Jul 10, 2025
Jul 10, 2025 at 9:40 AM UTC
Acrost a narrow sea
In a Bazaar of salts and soaps
I see only purple, smell only lavender
In a world of scents and colors,
Through countless city streets
Strange and foreign from my own
I see architectural wonders
Every building, seems sketched by you
50 feet from where I sleep
5000 miles from home
As I shop for you In this Papeleria,
The speakers play our songs.
In a botanical garden
Far different from our preserve
I try to draw a flower, because
I saw one, pinkish-orange
It's hard to be in cities
It's hard to be outside
Not because of memories
Or because reminders hurt
But when you make the world
An inspiration, everywhere I go,
A million poems lodge inside me
Thousands more than you could know
I wish all my thoughts
Could break free and kiss the page
But I’m limited
May 13, 2025
May 13, 2025 at 1:09 AM UTC
I was home,
The feeling that suddenly hit my heart-
Spreading through my body,
The sense of comfort and belonging-
Hugged my body gently,
It’s Raw and natural beauty-
“Simple”- but not to me,
It was so intricately painted-
Every tree,
every brushstroke: making the mountains
every uniquely mixed color,
Came together in harmony.
The familiar, spiractic, sharp but soft-
Trees cut through the sky,
As if they were waving,
Revealing their pattern as the sun shone through,
And in the distance-
They looked like golden bushes,
Caught in the suns light.
The beautiful white and orange houses poked through the dark green trees,
Like a used and messy paint pallet,
That was somehow still so pretty,
As if the beauty could not continue-
Yet the pink and purple clouds appeared,
Like kind giants,
Slowly drifting through the light blue sky
I always thought it was strange-
Hearing about people falling in love with countries or cities,
But now I understood.
I knew then-
And every time I was reminded,
This was my place,
The country I fell in love with
I had to come back one day,
But that time- I would never leave,
And in that moment,
All my worries were at a halt,
And only happiness remained
-JJ
08/04/25
Apr 9, 2025
Apr 9, 2025 at 7:45 AM UTC
There once was a woman from Spain
Who loved to make love in the rain:
She also had fun
Making love in the sun,
And always in the public domain.
Mar 3, 2025
Mar 3, 2025 at 10:10 PM UTC
I travelled the Mediterranean coast
when I was young
Such a beautiful landscape
Carefully carved from stone
Castles and cathedrals
Extravagantly designed
The marriage of man and divinity
In a Jubilee ancient time
Unfortunately
The ghost of my ethnicity
No long prevails
If there’s no forest or rivers
I call that hell
I’ll take the winter
I’ll wait for the season to change
Find me not in any city
Nor any kind of desert terrain
Out here is where I’ll stay!
Jul 14, 2024
Jul 14, 2024 at 12:57 PM UTC
If it's not something others will do,
If their governments will not hold their leaders accountable,
Then we need the Paddys, the Svens, the Pablos to;
You cannot wait for a criminal
To turn themselves in,
For they never shall.
At their level,
They will avoid prosecution
Till they swim in the lakes of hell.
And meanwhile, how many
Will they facilitate in the deaths of?
How many innocents murdered?
How many must be "martyred?"
May 28, 2024
May 28, 2024 at 11:22 AM UTC
If Pablo Picasso's name doesn't ring a bell, it is indeed a rarity,
Welcome to Malaga, Picasso's birthplace - an unique identity,
Known for his exquisite paintings & sculptures, Picasso is a legend,
That his work is still considered sensational, need not be questioned
As Costa del Sol's capital, Malaga in Spain's Andalusia is a vibrant coastal city,
Lying along a wide bay of the Mediterranean Sea, it constantly bustles with activity,
Excellent weather all-year round, renders it an idyllic tourist haven,
It's mountain geography and sun-drenched beaches - delight for a travel maven
The city is replete with a profusion of museums, daring street art and eateries,
Add to it, centuries-old heritage and beaches, that always hold pleasant memories,
Delightful pedestrianized centers and stunning views add to the city's intrigue,
Casual strolls to several picturesque locales hardly gives room for any fatigue
The hilltop Arab palace fortress of Alcazaba provides panoramic sweeping sea views,
Roman marble pillars & Moorish horseshoe arches add to stunning architectural hues,
The once coastal-facing defense of Plaza de Armas now features beautiful gardens,
Evocative vast courtyards & bubbling fountains yield a pathway that seldom straightens
A Picasso museum visit is unmissable on the itinerary for anyone visiting Malaga,
The stamp of conceptual brilliance seen in the exhibits makes art lovers go gaga,
The manner in which cubism art has been displayed is thoughtfully amazing,
Picasso's genius is reflected in his works and was perhaps his way of proclaiming
The majestic Cathedral de Malaga is situated right in the historic town's center,
A blend of Gothic, Renaissance & Baroque architectural styles adds to the splendor,
The grand marble staircase and a beautiful assortment of frescoes are a visual treat,
The vast colonaded nave, housing an enormous cedar-wood choir stall, is no mean feat
The Carmen Thyssen Museum is located in an aesthetically renovated 16th-century palace,
It features an unique cocktail of paintings with thematic variations, not in the least hapless,
The almost cartoonish costumbrismo paintings are a throwback to 19th-century Spain myths,
That depicted fiestas, banditry, flamenco, bar-room brawls as if 'twas the work of a jokesmith!
Beaches in Malaga are characterized by dark, long stretches of sand skirted by lofty palm trees,
With boarded promenades, shorefronts are adorned with colorful parasols, wafting in the breeze,
Visitors swarming the beaches can be seen lazing in hammocks while basking in the sunshine,
Having all the trappings of a sunbather's paradise, that can be seen along the entire coastline
Ever experienced walking along a walkway dangling up to 100 meters in the air?
Its Caminito del Rey, pinned along the steep hills of a narrow gorge - indeed rare,
Parts of the route clinging recklessly to the sheer rock face of the gorge are awe-inspiring,
While completely safe, the linear 8-km walk can cause vertigo and culminate in respiring
This walkway was once dubbed the most dangerous hike in Spain - yet, so far from reality,
Multi-layered landscapes encompass reservoirs, mountains, gorges & valleys in totality,
The accompanying guide regales trekkers with the canyon's fascinating history and folklore,
While numerous selfie-worthy clicks of the breath-taking dizzy views, are like never before
Malaga is centric for day trips to Tangier, Morocco and The Rock of Gibraltar,
It is one of the few European cities that experiences a relatively warm winter,
It's coastal location with the Mediterranean Sea wind makes summer less oppressive,
Loaded with history and a multi-layered past, is what makes the city so impressive
Malaga is a typical port city that epitomizes Andalusian lifestyle to the fullest,
The warmth and camaraderie displayed by locals can be experienced at its best,
Streets and by-lanes are always pleasantly crowded with folks in colorful attire,
A wholesome feeling of utmost satisfaction at the trip's end, is for all to aspire
Apr 4, 2024
Apr 4, 2024 at 12:33 PM UTC
It takes considerable research to pick an ideal vacation spot,
The end result can be pleasantly surprising, more often than not,
Spain offers a multitude of choices that can be very exciting,
It is those small tucked-away towns that are the most enticing
Cadaques is a pretty Mediterranean location in Catalonia's Costa Brava,
It is a hippy seaside town akin to a hidden cove, that is no mere trivia,
Located on a small peninsula on the eastern side of sunny Spain,
It has all the trappings of an ideal getaway resort, with much to gain
It is the most inaccessible town north of Barcelona, though seductively beautiful,
The road winds through mountains replete with hairpin turns that are an eyeful,
Passing through cliffs one after the other, a rocky coastline is the final descent,
Entering the Spanish village with a breathtaking landscape, makes for rich accent
The idyllic setting, with unbeatable tourist infrastructure, is a veritable holiday haven,
For anyone looking to enjoy sun and sea, the attraction is like a piece of heaven,
The beach town gleaming above the cobalt-blue waters is a joyful sight to behold,
The allure of the windswept pebble beaches is so mesmerizing, if truth be told
The village is always teeming with tourists lazily walking the cobblestone streets,
The animated incessant Spanish chatter with exciting overtones is such an audible treat,
The blazing sun beating down all day from a spotlessly blue sky is never a deterrent,
To people of all ages sauntering the streets, joy writ on their faces, that is so apparent
Colorful sun umbrellas can be seen planted all along the beach, spicing up the milieu,
While the adventurous brave it out to get their suntan, unmindful of little else in view,
A dip in the clear blue water provides an exhilarating experience thro' the day,
The feeling is of total relaxation charting new frontiers, in a wholly different way
It goes without saying that Cadaques is a delightful town for the epicurious,
Restaurants abound in plenty, as they wow to whet the appetite of the curious,
Visitors flocking in droves at all times of the day, is such a common sight,
The menu dished out is of an irresistible variety - naturally, a gourmet's delight
Dozens of gelato shops can be seen virtually in every street,
The vast variety of flavors is mind boggling and an inviting treat,
Serpentine lines at each shop reflect the popularity of this delicacy,
Experimenting with combos is perhaps a fitting culminating fantasy
For strollers, the meandering lanes of Cadaques are an absolute delight,
The sloping by-lanes lined with shops on either side, are an interesting sight,
Skilled artisans flaunt their wares, with determined attempts to persist,
At the end of it all, the inclination to splurge, is undoubtedly difficult to resist
Spanish painter Salvadore Dali's house in Cadaques definitely merits an outing,
A walk around the house depicts his life in the village through his painting(s),
The scenic walk around the well-preserved grounds holds a lot of history,
That he was a tremendous inspiration to the locals, is of little mystery
Groups of people can always be seen walking from one end of the town to the other,
Animatedly chatting mundane and specifics that is delightfully difficult to decipher,
While the preponderance of Spanish locals is perceptible, global participation is nothing less,
It is this cosmopolitan aura that lends color to the charming town, stopping short of iconic-ness
The sound of lapping waves still rings in your ears long after you leave this quaint beach town,
You wish you could turn the clock back and dash back yet again as if making a U-turn,
It is this very quintessential charm that lures visitors to the hidden town with quiet coves,
Spread the message through word of mouth, that visiting such places merit many encores
Oct 25, 2023
Oct 25, 2023 at 10:09 PM UTC
I love the city at night
I like when the waves start rumbling
And the city lights turn on
I like the beautiful sights
Of the twilight sky
And the mountains all dressed in black
I like when it's hidden away
When everything the daylight shows
Disappears
All the beauty that's destroyed
All that's been taken away is concealed
Because when I look on and on
When my eyes gaze upon...
The darkness
I don't see all the disaster
The city lights, the waves and the sky
Draped in violets and pinks
As the airplanes fly
And I think, what a beauty!
What a city of dreams
When the visible is made to be unseen
Unseen...
I see the cars passing
With their beaming lights
But they all seem somehow much sweeter
And closer to starlight
I see the palm trees standing proud
In a place where they do belong
But there's so few around
And even the people seem much brighter
When the nights come to hide
the effects of human disaster
A comfort blanket
Listen to the waves
And forget the sounds of the traffic
That I can't stand anymore
Found my comfort in the night
Found my solace at this time
Found the beauty of life
In the city
At night
Jun 3, 2023
Jun 3, 2023 at 8:44 AM UTC
Why are there more buildings than trees
In the city that's promising dreams?
Why are there more cars than
Parking spaces
What's all the rush?
Why are there more boats than fish
On the island of eternal bliss?
Can't even hear my thoughts
From all the noises;
I Feel overwhelmed.
There are pockets of green,
A desert preserved,
Only one single tree where I've ever heard birds
They sing in the morning at 8,
But I'm starting to think it's too late
I see mountains rising
And buildings above them,
I see clouds slowly passing
As cars outrace them,
All the light pollution
Has the sky turned brown;
At night
In the centre of life
I feel drowned
Jun 3, 2023
Jun 3, 2023 at 8:30 AM UTC
I’ve crossed the borders
Through the Sierra de Grazalema just to be by your side
Through the Aleppo pines
And where the olive trees grow
Where the cicadas chirp in the hottest day of the year
Then lay to rest until summer comes again
Déjame en paz pero yo no quiero
Keep a thread in my heart but let me go
Cariño, you talk about a sapphire sky and a fountain that drips of stars
Can’t you see that I’m your own reflection?
A mirror to a world like no other
Déjame en paz pero yo no quiero
Keep a thread in my heart but let me go
Jul 23, 2022
Jul 23, 2022 at 9:18 AM UTC
~
*Poor deluded brute
he waves his sword
in orchestration
to a ruthless symphony
played for miserable centuries:
the running of the bulls
"sketches of pain"
some monsters come
decked out in hat and cape
inside the arena of his pride
where he hears the chant
within the arts of
cowardice and cruelty
where he envisions
the feathered crown
Gala! Gala!
"how to see the toreador"
lost as San Fermín
pricked by hairpin
pierced by ragged horn
suerte de la muerte (luck of death)
foreshadowing Hemingway
turns into the troubled sun
and underneath his muleta
a deep red
blood alchemy
his fame spilling out
in drips and drabs
as the crowd sings
'Pobre de Mí (Poor Me)'
to the mystic stab of church bells*
~
Jan 12, 2022
Jan 12, 2022 at 11:46 AM UTC
The bird sings
He cries
He screams
The words of the great and free
Of the one.
He who took it all
And he the one who cried
"I am the one!
The one to end it all
And begin the new time
Of me."
Screams disappear into the forests
His eyes glimmer
He fights in stone
And sets in metal
The iron gaze to the right
By the disgrace of God
The people are gone
Never to tell their tales
Of this suffering
In his hands
Señores, this is all we have left
It won't buy you a loaf of bread
But it may buy him a heart
for him to feast on.
Sep 8, 2021
Sep 8, 2021 at 10:20 AM UTC
8pm sunsets man who could’ve imagine
Seeing us in each other’s arm could be so magic
One ****** and we moving backwards
Lately your texts are getting cold,
Like ice cubes in this summer cooling away
from our fire energy, the when time is emites
Repeated arguments got our feeling so redundant.
Hoping to see better days, hoping we see a better vayca.
Live yours and I’ll live mines, but we pendulums our time will come back at the terminal when I arrive.
Jul 14, 2021
Jul 14, 2021 at 12:32 AM UTC
It all started in my second-story room.
A quiet summer night, not a single sound,
And then a loud boom.
I looked out the window for a better view
And rushed down to the kitchen, out the patio door, and onto the deck
Because what I saw in the sky reminded me of you
A small chill nipped at my neck, and I wondered,
Could you be remembering me too?
Because with every reverberation a star shot through the sky.
A shimmering burst, like a fiery blossom, every one of its blooms.
But it lingers for just a moment, and then it disappears.
Remember when we believed that if we swung high enough we might be able to fly?
Remember when we thought we could be artists and authors by just the age of sixteen?
Now all we do is sit and sigh, waiting on the Wifi,
Telling ourselves that the dreams we had were just unachievable little schemes.
They say you moved to Spain.
Three years ago, I heard.
Tell me, did that rid you of your pain?
And don’t lie, because I know, behind closed doors for your mother you cry, because Cancer had her killed.
And I might have found a lover.
And you’ve probably found another.
And we might feel fine as of now, but someday,
Just like the pyrokinetic flowers that bombard the night sky,
My memories of you will fade away.
I just wanted to say goodbye.
Jan 16, 2021
Jan 16, 2021 at 4:10 PM UTC
in the
pit I'll
visit tonight
with her
said the
yellow *******
of cordial
and skylight
in Monserrat
she ought
to treasure
my Abacab
with séance
with her
quilt of
resilience that
she'll muddle
Jul 18, 2020
Jul 18, 2020 at 11:21 AM UTC
Night withdraws
and I alone inhabit
those Spanish eyes
We sit upon the hill
where El Greco once regaled
the arts with a masterstroke
We listen for dawning chimes
as she picks flowers
& passes explicit love notes
I catch the shadowed
reflection of erstwhile
against her naked back
How it resembles curiosity
& imperial city bells
ringing forth
A klaxon
a clarion
the siren call
To passions both painted
& fleshly achieved
by the same inspired hand
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 10:14 PM UTC
Oranges
and lemons
augment the paths
we walk down
into town
in the
mid afternoon
sun
Behind gated villas
like modern day Cerberus
hounds grumble into half life
howl languidly
as we pass
Whilst pink and purple
bougainvillea
wild and free
as our love
flourishes in the ragged
hedgerows.
Jun 17, 2020
Jun 17, 2020 at 8:43 AM UTC