Viento Espanol
"Don't go fighting a rapacious bull for some woman’s love; you might get more than you expected."
Through white brick buildings, blisters the warm blowing air,Ravishing the deserts, where all my thoughts and feelingPolish and bellow against the sun’s sage ceiling,Whose wicked showers crackle the hillsides, bare. Like an Armada, with treasures floating away;Over the horizon, sail the...






