Another Silly Notion

I want an Andalusian woman. Dark hair, dark eyes, dark skin. One who looks beautiful in a summer dress and has a Gypsy song in her heart. All men dream of their ideal woman and I'm sure most never actually find them. Most of the time we find one who is the complete opposite. Compromises, always compromises. But I hear Lorca's guitar weeping and the flamenco rhythms in the Mediterranean air, coursing through my Mediterranean blood along with every other silly notion I've had lately.