作者hemels (Legolas)
看板poetry
標題Poem, Barcelona
時間Sat Jan 11 16:11:04 2003
Alas, what a night!
a ball by Mediterranean Sea.
Hold up high
thy glass of red wine,
take a sip
of Catalunya night;
Enjoy a dish
filled with limon-flavoured shrimp,
so that you may wait,
with a blushing face,
our main course: Seafood Rice.
And lo! hear!
the rippling waves kissing a-shore.
A golden whale dives
deep
deep
softly she illuminates
those white docking yachts,
and you will surmise without difficulty,
the Barcelona hospitality.
Dance - grow merry!
An Iberia waiter is incomplete
if he does not at times abandon his duty
to appreciate a passing beauty;
nor would you make a true visitor
without, to the chef's glee,
demand a re-fill of his excellent cuisine.
Come, dear senors and senoras,
stroll along the beach where
spindrift fondles the sand
and handsome lads fondle their dame.
Flush not at this show of love,
for a Barcelonean is not a Barcelonean
if he does not court
with genuinity.
Sep. 1, 2002. Barcelona.
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