Tag Archives: Spain

Terror

There is a reason that we hear about places like Barcelona and not about places like Bulu Sheikh,   Spain colonized and Somalia was colonized.   I wonder if the terrorists in Barcelona saw the statue of Christopher Columbus before … Continue reading

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Rainbows And Butterflies

She brought me rainbows and butterflies to dry all those tears I was drowning in   we got puppy dogs and ice cream she warmed my heart like a sunbeam and when we played scrabble she let me win   … Continue reading

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Las Barreras Full Moon

Two-thirty in the morning full moon-howling in this ghost town woke me up. I put my glasses on and wandered around the farm, through row after row of olive and almond trees, soaking up this late-spring wee-hours-of-the-morning moon illuminating the … Continue reading

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Andalucian Red Wine: part III

I lost myself in those endless fields of olive trees picture-perfectly framed by the window of that train as we cut across the Spanish countryside. I┬ástarted to feel more alive my headache from all that wine began to subside by … Continue reading

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Andalucian Red Wine: part II

As the train pulled away she stood there, smiled and waved. She had bought my ticket out of town then gave me a euro to grab a churro just before the train came because I’d spent my last dime on … Continue reading

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Andalucian Red Wine: part I

I took the midday train to Spain and found old women singing and dancing in the middle of the cobblestone street tapping their canes to the beat while kids splashed in fountains to spite the heat. But then the rains … Continue reading

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