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By Parson Thru
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My ghost stalks through Madrid tonight
Up the hill along San Bernardo from Metro Noviciado
Groups of youngsters, students, noisy, happy
Outside the tattooist, I pause to look at designs in the streetlights’ glare
The blast of a passing bus
On and up to Glorieta Ruíz Jiménez – fountains playing in spotlights
Left at Quevedo, dog-leg into Fernando Católico, past Mercado Vallehermoso
The Tap Room
Always further than I think – I’m late again
There’s Pablo. He’s got them in.
Saved me a seat.
Amigo!
Gentle banter and laughter. Poor Leganés. 1-2
We share a plato.
The 61 will take me almost to Manuel Becerra from here
Past the school – do they remember me still? Do they wonder if I’m coming back?
The crossing’s busy – laughing voices
Sirens cut through the junction
Lights drift across the sky, blinking
Hogar – home – mí casa
A problematic notion
On the edge of the plaza, the camareras are shouting their orders
I crowd up to the bar and ask for a doble
“Una?”
The barman wipes his brow and I nod
As the image fades, I’m not sure where I am
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The first and last lines
The first and last lines frame this brilliantly and make it, somehow, exquisitely sad.
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Know the feeling!
I still haunt The Teguise market, Uga, Haria in Lanz and wander along Las Cantaras in LPGC to Carrafour for my shopping. Chill in the park at Cuidad Jardin watching the Monarch butterflies lost so far from home plus other favourite places. . . . Even after ten years.
You put it so well in this piece. Don't leave it too long to return, it might be too late soon.
Good Luck!!!!!
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This is magic. The contrast
This is magic. The contrast reading about your home of light and your home of darkness! You MUST go back, as soon as concience lets you! You are in the place of roots where all seems to go down. In Spain you could go further, unhampered by stones of memory, you could grow upwards, outwards. Don't let sunshine be seen through time's dirty window
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An atmospheric and nostalgic
An atmospheric and nostalgic poem, revealing the affection for a place that is the poet's spiritual home and the yearning that he has to return to his former abode. Enjoyed.
Regards, Luigi.
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A vivid sketch of Spain.
A vivid sketch of Spain. This is our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day. Please do share if you enjoy it too!
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Muy bien. A mi me gusta mucho
Muy bien. A mi me gusta mucho.
Felt like I was being carried shoulder high through these streets with a big grin on my face.
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