Let that it "sangría" is us climb to the head and us please leave to a side the reason, the pulses from the heart to go to the rhythm of the palms and steps of flamenco,
that fingers create their own pace and crash into the castanets.
That the happiness cover disappears between so many Spanish tapas, Let's go to give kisses and that are double, We spend the soles of shoes missing course in the Gothic quarter, that the most precious thing in our lives is The Sagrada Familia, and we hire tour guide to Gaudí, Let us whisper in ear verses with accent españolete until us melted in the arena of Barceloneta. And we live with the old soul of a catalan.
Wear red, and that conquer us Spain!
