Red and black, flowing skirts,
steel staccato, sharp rhythm
spins the dance and inserts
curving arms' cataclysm.
Mad desires are fed
by the flamed airwave,
all my pledges have fled,
ache for love is my crave.
In the old yellow church,
I will burn sallow light.
Help me God, in my search;
help me God, in my plight!
Beads and pearls in moonlight
flick and flirt on the roofs.
All in white, your new bride,
I will dance, I will prove.
Castanets’ rhythmic throb,
magic spells Spanish myths.
Mirrors lie, tears drop,
and guitars mourn decease.
You have shattered my heart,
I will smash looking glass,
mixing music with blood.
Not for me, not for us…
Spanish dance
© Copyright: А Н Е Л, 2004
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