Michael Rothenberg

Bud Powell in Barcelona

Rain all day & Joan Miró sleeps late

How many discos?

Bowls of fried minnows and olives

On the Ramblas

Go on some side street

Suddenly, Christ

There’s a huge church that drips tears

and a mission of bells clang

Rome in ecstasy

Catalonia is not Spain

Marilyn Monroe in the “Metropolis”

You can see Paris Hilton everywhere

I remember The Surrealists

Nostalgic groves

A thousand cars bumper to bumper

Eager to visit that quaint little village, Cadaqués

Animal crackers in my paella

Take a picture

Ride back over the mountain

Cafe Americano

The singer is a fraud

VISPO is a village in Spain

“M” is for Maria Madrid

Aquarius, the world is your oyster

The earth is your old mother

Your sunglasses at home

Visions of langostinos on the promenade

The crooked line

The escalator

Gondola, Taxi con gas

Hernia on tranquilizer

Ascent of Miró

I had a print of one of his paintings

On my wall for 40 years

Tapestry!

Assassination of umbrellas

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