Catalan Therapy

Dear Spanish breeze,

You rolled up my inspirational sleeves.

You gave me a glorious sight and placed me in an inventive light.

I call you a thief in the night for robbing words out of my mouth.

You guide my fingertips and the lips of my pen

by kisses of daydreams and endless ideas.
I am a home where the sweetest poems abide in.
Ready to come out and imprint a thousand pages.

What a delight to travel through poetic time of this artistic city.

Dear Spanish sun,

You burned my lack of poetic desire.

You colored my inventiveness like you darkened my skin. 

I admire the way you have inspired me to become the poetess i aspire to be.
Your ravishing art undressed the indecisive poetess in me.

So here I stand emotionally naked in front of written truth
ready to loose myself in your Catalan atmosphere.

"Rest your ears darling and let your eyes whisper poetic visuals," you say.

And i close my eyes. I travel through this dream till forever ends.

photocredits: C.Louis