HELLO AGAIN MY FRIENDS.
Another nice memory of Easter.
A few years later, Sevilla´s city, I have wonderful memories of that sweet land.
Passional processions , through narrow streets with white high walls, a petals rainfall and the wind like an orchestra accompanying sad songs, sung to the air from the bottom and the depths of the heart and soul.
The ground´s made of tears of joy, of sorrow and promises.
The heaven´s made of that tower that shines with the moon, the sun; but with the love of people get their blinding brightness. The Gold Tower, is a God´s guide, a beacon of faith.
La Giralda and the Plaza de España make the choirs to an ancestral opera, limitless.
The blood, the river Guadalquivir green hands caressing the dresses of the “bailaoras” (dancing women from Sevilla) spraying his art to the most distant star.
Wonderful memories that I hope you have enjoyed, and why not, someday live them and catch those memories.
P.S.: The links are very interesting because you can see some photos of places, people, etc. and you´ll be able to have an idea.