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Kristin
Capezio
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Spain: A Rendition of Sorts
Sometimes I smell Spain.
Spring air brings sea-salt,
soil, rich oil, sangria.
Sometimes I smell Spain;
Sitting on cedar steps, sandalwood
Watching Sevilla sing;
Stock up on a setting unique.
Sometimes I soak Sangria
while soft fruit slips
from the corners of my mouth.
Slits in silk dresses. Satin masts
and tall ships with young boys
sauntering into Malaga. Madrigal.
Sometimes I think sound thoughts
Sometimes my smell takes form,
and I envision solace, solemnity,
and deep thinking. Sacrifice that
sinks into soulful slumbers while
sanity escapes screaming for
salvation and, it's all too late.
I take sips of water on Spanish shore.
Seven days and umpteen nights
and sounds of samba, salsa style
filling sterile streams of
wind, winding down
a silent street. Spain.
Quiet, sleeping tiger purring
songs from saddened stomach,
growls.
Sometimes I think Spain
and warm wash of bath water
and steamy nights and
heavy air and then
the sultry sting of memory.
Kristin Capezio
is 23 years old and
attending
CCS University
studying English
Education. Her
hobbies and
interests include
reading, writing,
hiking, and travel.
She spends her spare
time, either when
she is not teaching
or being taught,
working as a cook in
a well-known chain
restaurant. She was
born and raised in
Boston,
Massachusetts and
finds that she has
trouble calling
anywhere else she
lives "home."
She enjoys her own
company and can
often be
found treating
herself to dinner
and movie alone. She
finds it a good
source of relaxation
and entertainment,
which is used in her
writing as both a
reflection of
whatever epiphany
she had that day and
a direct satire of
the nature of human
beings.
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