| speak to me in Spanish and let the rrrrrrrrs regalia chicito lisp me through flamencos croon me castanet the beats from gypsy trails to tea leaves cross my palm with coins impossible speeds of sounding heels and hips swirlcape the bull of memories spin me into olive groves faster softer whisperings til i can bear no more then fling the robe of romance into the ring and let us roar may 13/01 |
| Another quiet Sunday |
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