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Costa Calida sun,I hope we’re reunited,Though I can’t say when,I may see you again,   Costa Calida sunMeans memories romantic,Of when that I was young,Memories of Spain.
One summer’s eve in Spain, I fled through an open window, Butterflies aflight In the very pit of me, And I tramped the streets, My heart abrim With such a love, But a love now long gone.
O how Ruefully I pine For mi pueblito perdido, What I wouldn’t give, To be young again, And happy as I was back then.   Maria, full of peace,  Do you remember
Granada is a town that holds quite well its very own, With an unique culture blend that is difficult to disown,There is the confluence of diverse religions,Which frankly, is nothing short of legion  
Cordoba is home to the largest mosque in the world,The Mezquita's architectural splendour is a stunning monument to behold,It is a confluence of Jewish, Islamic and Christian trinity,
As I embark on my bucket-list travels,There is something I wish to unravel,To see my skills at penning poetry,Over which currently I have no mastery  
hola pequeño árbolcito. si caigo sobre ti, será crítico, si te doblo seguramente romperás, Pero debes leer en tu díptico si lo sobrevives un poco más,  crecerás un poco más fuerte,
Axe and mattock, hammer and horn Along by many a pike was borne The Spaniard at the head of the row Looked back to check the men in tow And seeing a hardened, flustered platoon
This city continues to be a whirlwind of vibrancy. My thoughts are drenched with its very exsistence. So, rightfully, my deptarture shall be grand. May I stretch my legs and dance along the chiseled rooftops.
Lush green patches stroll by as we continue down the deserted road in the monster. The colors stand out like a pink feather against a wall of white. I am that pink feather.
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