This poem, like others, was inspired by Barcelona’s lovely vegetation. I was walking home from work at about 8 p.m. and found myself enveloped in a heady fragrance that reminded me of my grandmother.
Jasmine I walk through curtains of jasmine. It smells like movie stars... the ones who wore those négligées, and winked at men in bars. A fragrance out of fashion, in close quarters, it's too sweet. But in a city on an evening in the summer, it's a treat.