Wednesday, June 18, 2014
New City
The day couldn't be more perfect than this,
travelling the city, atop a red double-decker bus.
The open air makes you want to throw your arms
out wide like Puccini at the Opera or Carreras in
a Verdi Requiem; the ancient buildings,
marbling in the sunlight, and where, if it hadn't
been for Garcia Lorca and famous architects
The day couldn't be more perfect than this,
travelling the city, atop a red double-decker bus.
The open air makes you want to throw your arms
out wide like Puccini at the Opera or Carreras in
a Verdi Requiem; the ancient buildings,
marbling in the sunlight, and where, if it hadn't
been for Garcia Lorca and famous architects
we might be
standing in a dull city; one of those
cities where the ancient avenues are torn and
stressed. Not here. In this city, pigeons clamour
in the plaza, to the wayward arms of children, as
cities where the ancient avenues are torn and
stressed. Not here. In this city, pigeons clamour
in the plaza, to the wayward arms of children, as
statues
guard with angelic eyes. This is not just
the mark of
Venice or Rome, but an invitation
to fly seed to winged creatures on the ground.
And atop, on the peak of the city, Gaudi's tea-cup
seats in ceramic art, are like the spinning saucers
at amusement parks. After an exhaustive trek,
And atop, on the peak of the city, Gaudi's tea-cup
seats in ceramic art, are like the spinning saucers
at amusement parks. After an exhaustive trek,
you want to
sit and rest, capture parrots in their
spacious nests, watch people climbing Gaudi's
mosaic steps. Moving through the city high above
a double-decker bus, amongst the street trees
and shops, seems to be the perfect day, for this.
spacious nests, watch people climbing Gaudi's
mosaic steps. Moving through the city high above
a double-decker bus, amongst the street trees
and shops, seems to be the perfect day, for this.
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