The Romany Gypsies Visit Pontecarreira
The rumba of their guitar
The colourful gypsies and their brightly painted caravans
The madness of their bonfire night
Don’t go near my child, or you too could be bewitched by the campfire light and their dance
As the dawn brakes, their gayety gone
The poetry of these people carries them through another day
These women with graceful long necks
Olive colored skin, noble eyes that know so much, their allure is mystic
You won’t get close
Horses wade through rivers
Sparkling sunlight through the trees
Water shines like diamonds
Love from your Soul
Where have they come from, where are they going, why am I sad, why do I feel!
MJPonte
