Bella de Barcelona

The summer breeze floats on by, the grass rustles with the caress. The waters kiss the sores of the beaten rocks, Barcelona, city of my dreams. The spanish guitar draws me in further and further, its hold on me not leasing. I would write more but then I believe anything I say will just not be enough to appreciate your beauty...

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