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    dots Submission Name: Barcelonadots

    Author: Civilian
    ASL Info:    21/M/Australia
    Elite Ratio:    7.14 - 146/166/35
    Words: 135
    Class/Type: Poetry/Serious
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    Catalonia- the autonomous province in Spain of which Barcelona is the capital.
    Gaudi- modernist architect, designed a lot of the famous buildings in the city
    Sangria- Spanish wine, with a very fruity flavour
    La Rambla- the main street in Barcelona

    This is an ode (of sorts) to Barcelona. I've just come back to the UK from a weekend away, and I've tried to capture the feelings I had towards the place.

    Seedy but stunning, it was an incredible 48 hours and I absolutely loved it, despite a friend having his camera stolen, having a guy attempt to pickpocket me and being completely surrounded by prostitutes and drug-peddlers walking down the main street. With Gaudi's architecture, unique history, culture and climate it's a truly amazing place.

    Any comments (especially suggestions as it has been thrown together a little) are appreciated.

    Make the font bigger!! Double Spacing Back to recent posts.


    Full title: Barcelona, mi puta querida (Barcelona, my darling whore)

    I will always love you for it:
    the way you let your fringe spill
    over your eyes and onto your cheeks,
    like liquid sensuality.

    What clothes I remember were red:
    bold, but laces frayed from overuse
    and stained with the touch of neglect.
    I plunged under your skirt like a child,
    and found your legs wider than your smile.

    O sacred Catalonia!
    Gaudi’s towers, curling in my mind
    like a carnal temple of dreams.
    Your dreamy spires explode in the sky,
    leaving musty sheets and back-alley streets.

    My blood like sangria, I would
    wade again through your surf and shout
    to the thieves on La Rambla above:
    “Barcelona, your lies are enough:
    My darling whore, my faithless love”.

    Submitted on 2008-11-24 04:11:35     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      Nice write, it really gave me a great picture of a city I've never been to, and I can really imagine it being just as you painted it. Great use of images and metaphors in this. Fave stanza:
    "I will always love you for it:
    the way you let your fringe spill
    over your eyes and onto your cheeks,
    like liquid sensuality."
    Just great imagery and use of words. And my fave lines were:
    "I plunged under your skirt like a child,
    and found your legs wider than your smile."
    Humorous and wonderfully descriptive. Very well done, and I can think of any thing else to add. Keep up the good work.
    | Posted on 2008-11-28 00:00:00 | by bkj43 | [ Reply to This ]
      I just watched a show on Gaudi about two weeks ago. I found his architecture to be oddly different. As well, my reaction to it left me feeling like I was swimming underwater. It was intensely surreal.

    I find it interesting to refer to Barcelona as a whore. Which I imagine can mean a whole bunch of things.

    I don't know, there is something strangely beautiful about this piece that I can't quite put my finger on. But I like it. The thought of it and the descriptions you use to define your experience.

    I have never traveled far or wide. But I find when I have gotten out of my 20 mile radius, I much prefer to explore the heart of a place and its people. It is where you find the truth.
    | Posted on 2008-11-25 00:00:00 | by isabella | [ Reply to This ]

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