Born of grey froth and
Brought forth
Baptized in the sea
Prodigal son
Christened in the spit
Of the sea
With a glass of wine and the
Brine of blue-black mussels
Heeding the poet's cry
Through hidden nights
Dirges that echo through
Narrow cobble stoned streets and patina stained lamps
Dusty La Mancha beckons
Her mountains bursting through
Impossibly blue skies
Picasso blue
Toledo steel and lace
Smell of sheep and cheese
Citadels that stand against time
Fiestas that scream for the blood of Christ
Flamenco smolders in
Andalucía; it burns
The guitar is a gypsy siren that
Calls us to founder on the
Rocky shoals of our soul
She dances on fire
Castanets are crickets in the dark
The floor is engulfed in flame and passion
My sweat cannot quench it
From Pyrenees-perched Euskadi
Hidden from our view
To an ancient sea swimming with ship wrecked ghosts
She is there revealed
In desire
In never ending centuries
We are two and
We are one
Destined to meet
But never touch
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem