The colossal coasts of Africa
The name itself says so much
Why Spain, every year,
When so much beauty remains untouched.
Multi coloured, multi racial,
The soul perceived through expressions so facial.
The spirit of our ancestors anointing that place.
Onwards and upwards, although Africa is never down or below.
To the wilds of Siberia and the cold Austrian snow.
The bitter beauty seen through frosted glass.
Timeless, like the Kremlin, built to last.
Asia. Succumb to her beauty, the precious one.
Where paradise and poverty are equals
Both enriched by the setting Eastern sun.
To see the world is a gift,
To live it is life itself
Brave New World - Personal photo taken by me flying over the USA.
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Mental Notes
PoesíaI started to write poetry to get me through some difficult years as a teenager and young adult. Looking back, writing helped me through a period of depression, only recognized some years later. With writing, once the words hit the paper, they lost t...
