"pedriza" poems
In the art section of Retiro Park’s book stalls: Picasso hides in the shadows of Goya.
Along the streets of Lavapiés: graffiti strikes a blow against the crimes of Franco.
Atop the boulders of La Pedriza: hikers spread out the city like a tent.
And in the sea-swept climes of Asturias: we adorn our plates with pulpo.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 2:29 PM UTC