Barcelona

My city kisses the sea
without rocking the memories,
transforms history
in every corner of scoundrels.

Finite vertex
the footsteps tired
free spirit
downright their "owners"

beautiful fields
numb waiting,
to close roads
to be reborn in you.

Barcelona darling
with long legs neon
Peeping
always reflex ...

my city touches the sea
gobbling wishes,
carved stones to the sky
eternal dreams ...

Of these enchanted.