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.
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