A bohemians Journey Part 1

I am a bohemian living in the 21st century,
I give everything up, just to be me
A male of young age, I travelled beneath the bright stars

The times I spent alone at night
I plucked the strings
Of a lyre,
And listened

Red wine spices my tongue
Before I feel the essence as I swallow
Wiping the discoloured effect
Off my lips
On this warm, August, summers’ evening

I place my hands into my torn breeches
And stand from my balcony

Looking on I see pure beauty
Significance to me
Antoni Gaudi’s masterpieces
Arouses my inspiration

I absorb my surroundings
Through my modern cameras eye
Distant sound of Euphonious Spanish guitar
Flamenco dancers drawing crowds
Over-active kids continually laughing
All the while the tip of my brush
Begins a journey
On what was a empty canvas