Oh how the spring fair of Seville is populated<\/p>\n
by song and squares full of ripe, far flung orange trees.<\/p>\n
Horse teams of four pull carriages of men and women,<\/p>\n
endlessly circling over the yellow earth of the fairgrounds.<\/p>\n
The high red combs the women wear on their heads<\/p>\n
are strawberries planted in their fine black hair,<\/p>\n
and wild flowers, oh so many, spring up between<\/p>\n
the black heels of their dancing, ecstatic feet.<\/p>\n
April has arrived in Spain, with the exuberant colors<\/p>\n
of butterfly wings that wrap tightly around the body flame<\/p>\n
of passionate Andalusian women and metamorphosize<\/p>\n
their gipsy dresses into pomp and fashion.<\/p>\n
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