Poem: Sweet Soul Songs of Spirit of the Cutest Gypsy Girl

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Poem: The Enchanted Charm of the Gypsy Dance

in

Espana

traveling far, learning much,

seeming to be ready for thy new adventures,

smiling, nodding to thou artistry of mas dancing,

knowing thou perfected moves, to entertain,

pulling me, yes, bashfully into the street,

hearing rhythms, of soulfulness,

seeing, a gypsy girl. . .

thou eyes,

yes,

. .

.

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..

in

extreme

moments, pounding of the heart beats,

feeling thy painful presentations of thy body,

starting, loudly, simply, and boldly,

stinging thy ears, pumping, wildly,

sucking my blood rapidly,

emotionally,

yes,

. .

.

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..

in

knowing

how to move my emotions

pulling me in, reaching deep into my pockets,

seeing thy cherubic psyche of inner amore,

thinking, por favor, no mas

pleasing,

yes,

. .

.

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..

. . . . RUNNNNNNNN . . . .

. . . . . .RUNNNNNNNNNNNNNN . . .

. . . . . . . . . . . RUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN . . .

in

Madrid

entering into thy overcrowded

parts of the city, seeing the smallest, cutest

gypsy soul— least pleasing vocalist — wittingly

screaming wanting the spectators to reward her,

huge amounts of claps and tips to halt,

looking celestially up,

becoming bemused,

nodding,

yes,

. .

.

..

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Thank you for reading this! I went to Madrid to learn Spanish, as part of my double BA degree, and I still can hear her terrible screaming as

....she sang, smiling, and as we happily threw money to make her shut up. . . trying to run away so save our ears, that were bleeding. . .

My dream was to be a Spanish teacher, for I am part Colombian-Peruvian.

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It starts with love. . .