Palms, platanes, ciutat vella
Wildstyle drips and wheatpaste heiroglyphs
Sunshine drapes that holiest of sanctums
We walk
Rues, avenues, autopistas, rest stops
Me permites, s'il te plait
To hold your hand as Autumn coaxes Winter,
As Winter reposes with a toke,
As celestial bodies float together and pass
El mundo brilla con tu sonrisa
La noche menea con tus caderas
We sway
The way palm trees weather storms
Waves lapping up sand,
Sand stone against the sky,
The sky smears ambers and gun metal and tangerines along the horizon
Como llegue a este lugar?
We spoke
Español, Catalán, Francés, Alemán
Whispered in tongues and conversed in looks,
Nos conocimos en soirées,
Forgotten flotsam, jettisoned jetsam
We thought
The block the world,
Kabul the corner,
Palestine was the state of mind with the walls closing in
Me escape o me he liberado?
We breathe
February's frigid embrace melts before Madrid's gaze,
Vin chaud and jamon curado dance on the palette,
Veins pumping Afro-Cuban timbales es clave
We continue
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