A Bohemian's Journey-Barcelona

 

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.