flamenco #poetry

listen to steps of the flamenco

in old Córdoba at sunset

feel the passion of the heated bodies

the beating of long lashes on your skin

sense the desire hidden in red skirts

flowing in the shadows of palacio episcopal

my love, please kneel

into the ardent sound of the guitars

which are announcing the prelude

of our first and only night.


For more info (facts) about the flamenco dance click here


9 thoughts on “flamenco #poetry

  1. “ardent sound of the guitar”

    how many sounds there are in these guitars!

    “And in Granada, the pickers of oranges,
    picking tears “.


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