El Violin: Valencia ( A Love Poem to the Spanish City of Oranges

Rhythmic swells reverberate through your lungs. The black streets of Valencia.

Backstreet Europe.

Romani enclaves, gypsy-parts of town.

We’ll sit here in the Plaça de la Virgen with our stiff drinks. Sangria. Smartly bashful we’re red-faced, delirious.

For it is Spring, the blossoms sing

Nodding in the wind.

Blanco bells of nerium ring.

Published by Nicholas Andriani

Multi-genre writer and explorer with a background in archaeology. Currently diving into memoir, literary fiction and children's books.

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