An Accident In Barcelona Poem by Artchil Daug

Sadness,
we spoke of it
in the café, unable to drink,
with freedom, the well roasted
emotions, found in the emptiness
of the Plaça Reial that Saturday night,
palm trees swaying, in the dim lights
of old lamps, the Mediterranean air
dancing on the leaves, whispering
to the young lovers near the fountain
of their desires, the heat
set free in moist fumes of the humble beverage
caught between
the delicacy underneath the table
and the moonlight sonata
that hid in the shadows of opaque moods
my trembling hands from
the tears of sadness it brought
to the sweet aroma of old Barcelona.