Andalucian Escapes
What do you think of this poem? comments please!?
Ode to a small Andalusian sweltering heat and electrifying nights Slide your hand in mine Nudo fingers tightly. Let's run away together fresh glove After the fire – can not compete with our blood boiling. forget it. I want to live I want to be dangerous. fill of desire and softly whispered words. Make tonight a value from memory one-on-a-time fairy tale once.
Very nice, very nice music I love and when I read it sounded like a song for me and is beautiful
Casa de Campo Los Pastores, Hotel in Ronda, Andalucia
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