June, easy, beautifull,
named after May
Barcelona is indeed
a perfect place for spring,
peaches, orange trees
Ciutadella,
words I found…
noon, June was made for noon,
I would blink for little
little were we meant for
fall, eventually fell
upon what we would get, next
many of them falls since then
I'm still remembering times,
1999
and still, as September rises
I will take a look back
now, we don't get to get there,
trains they let her home
Ciutadella is so cold
the sand is like dust and stones,
the sea, she's on her own
I have been there before