She, this Barcelona,
Makes me feel as if all the streets are alive
The buildings like sleeping jesters, giants
Dormant, snoozing under Summer skies
Waiting to perform in a midnight Circus
She dances on The Ramblas,
Waiting for Gaudi to appear
To breathe life into every door once more
Roaming, wild, she slips along wide, starry, streets,
Till she reaches it. Her face caught in beauty,
Radiant under moonlit sky
Bathed in the light of The Magic Fountain,
Cascading, waterfalls of brilliant bright,
Rainbows, falling in the night,
She takes my hand, at the centre of this;
Real. Alice's, living, Wonderland.
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