Best Huelva Poems

A Love Story 2
Huelva and the Golf of Cadiz and it was August and in the town 
there were laud music and rockets in the air. I had met a gypsy girl
 she wore a white blouse and a red long skirt she wore no...

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(gitanas = gyspy girls
payo = non-gypsy person)

For my fingers, bands of gold, 
for my whims, bank notes untold. 
For my curves, embroidered tresses, 
woven shawls and silken dresses. 

The moon always keeps 
a loving vigil over me. 
The moon always weeps 
to see what's become...

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Intermezzo

I was in Huelva in 1958, a poverty-struck town in Spain
there were Tivoli carrousels and all that
I met a beautiful gipsy girl barefoot in the dust.
We laughed a lot; I don’t know why and she kissed me
passionately in the park.
Her father came, he was grim,...

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