May
19
Castilian Queen rising,
rising with the
Mediterranean morning sun
Your modern Ozymandias
fades in the memory of men,
even as he lives in your smile
and walks in the light of your
Spanish eyes
As Venus sits her perch
above the sea to
view the daybreak,
the Barcelona beach sings
the song of your loss,
the silhouette that washes
away with the waves
once was (only) yours
He can still be seen dancing
in the flash of your deep
brown eyes, and the slow
stifle of your sad smile
But for you it is morning
And the red reflection spilling,
spilling on the Catalonian coast
is (only) yours
Wow!
¡Me dejas sin palabras!