Blanes
How queer it is in February -
the snow-still month of my birth -
to stroll beneath the orange trees
and through the cactus groves
whilst the souls of Spanish sailors
fly overhead and far out to sea
in search of little fish.
Sitges
Black rocks
housing cats with sea-spray on their whiskers
and forming catwalks for homosexual lovers
strolling hand-in-hand.
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