Be the epitome of Spanish cool
take the Guadalquivir
to the oro of the Moors
via its thirsty banks
This is the intestine of a memory
Trying to shit out its pain
for a love that imprisoned hope
We strayed the old paved
Isa , jesu, streets of Santa Cruz
And, the sleeping Infant
on my chest,
colluding, with my dreams
Walking me backwards
On the balls of my feet
To that year of irreducible longing
2006
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