De donde eres? Cómo te llamas?
The answers lost in southern Spain
Begin in metro Malága
The taste of vino blanco stirs
An arid purr from mountains vast
We board the eastbound bus at last
Despacío through calle stretched
So gaunt along the turquoise sea
Then begin, at once, ascend
And leave behind big city trends
Invade Motril for just a spell
Enough to stretch our suntanned legs
Benaudalla - adios - careening more toward ‘muy bien’
Just then the driver reprimands a passenger sat back behind us
Who thought he’d take a chance and smoke a fag
Was caught and forced to flick
Mucho gusto, Orgiva
The long awaited intro seems
To bury me in wordless mounds
‘Ta amo’ - thus to thee I sing
Gracias dear Leon, Becks
Your way of life – an overture
Of all that was and now should be
What is to come and makes us free
La Alpujarra villages
Call distant cries in sheepish bleats
A strain of ear brings all things clear
The lull of hidden Pampaneira
Beat two track path through mountain pass
Arrive at Casa Heppenstall
An expat Brit-laid Numero 8
That overlooks Nevadas tall
(Uno mas) cervesa served
At El Pilon – sin tapas por favor
No more! Casa Julio/Diego
Fill guts to busting brim
Splash down the mighty El Molino
A Rio Poqueira wonder wall
Where rapids cut Barranco de Poqueira
Deep into the untouched landscape
Bubión - so quaint and clean
Could make one never want to leave
The merriment of costa seems
To drown in Berber influence
Nightfall paints surreal oasis; terrace chats give way to wine
My thoughts drift toward Mikhail Bakunin – an advocate for anarchism
Whose free ideals inspired the Andalucian people to regain themselves
Co-opting thus throughout the region, creating Spain’s first CNT
The days like headlights in the hills
They flash so bright then disappear
I find myself reciting childhood prayers
‘Dear God, if time, find time to use me’
So quiet, now my love asleep, as I sit by myself and dream
Don’t know where I in fact will be when ‘muerte’ finally comes to claim me
Her stealthy ways have always dominated how my future reads
I’ll have no fear, this one fact clear - I could see me dying here.
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