Little shops with old wood floors
Alleys where artists drink espresso
Flamenco guitarist
Notes ring like singing blue birds
Shadowy doorways with new lovers
Alabaster skin magic in moonlight
Neon streets, outdoor cafes
I am lost without you
You are the hearkened spring
Wine lips soft as opium
A kiss to save the world
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I would like to translate this poem