"catalunya" poems
I deleted your number for the last time
on the sand at Barceloneta beach.
there is something in the word
Catalunya
that makes me want to wear colors
and forget you.
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 6:46 AM UTC
With the sea
You don't need a friend
anymore
No empty spaces
to fill with noise
The coast
And the white foam
Even for a day
Become your lovers
But the salt makes your skin itch
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 12:39 AM UTC
Barcelona pays lip service to Spain,
Which tries to claim the city’s favorite son:
Gaudi, architect of modernista fame,
Whose wavy designs of nature, faith are one
Thing that will never turn this Ciutat tame.
His mystic genius saw geometry’s sun,
Which shines through all his creations the same,
Whether secular or sacred. He’s won
The heart of Catalunya, his primal aim.
Yes, Catalan: Forever will he be one.
When the old folks dance the Sardanes plain.
They raise hands so independence will become
The new reality for them, not Spain.
The fight for Catalan prowess is never done.
The people yearn to stand free of Spain's chains.
Gaudi inspires their struggles to be won.
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 11:57 AM UTC