So many nights I have rested beneath the unnerved sky,
plucking the strings of a lyre.
Sacrificed made decisions, to be free spirited.
A life of a Bohemian I am now at ease with life; smiling
Concentrating on producing a picturesque painting.
Red wine spices my tongue
Before feeling the essence as I swallow,
wiping the discoloured effect off my lips.
Strewn grass caressing my feet
On this warm August evening.
My hands reach into my torn breeches.
Looking on I see pure beauty.
All around significant quality.
Antonio Gaudi masterpieces grasps my attention
And I look on in awe, admiration...
Engaging, I breathe in, deep, inhaling inspiration
Absorbing my surroundings through my modern cameras eye.
Distant sound of euphonious Spanish Guitar
Flamenco dancers drawing crowds
Active kids running around
All the while the tip of my brush
Begins a journey on what was, a empty canvas.
