Тази поема... тази Валенсия... този #elcabanyal. Четете повече в блога. Линк в профила. . . What is this district by the sea? Where gypsies sit amidst palm trees So much beauty in these streets Sure to sweep you off your feet Tour the houses clad with tiles So gorgeous, garish you will smile With joy and wonder at their style Fishermen built them for their wives There to cherish all their lives Each one a show of love and joy Now Rita’s mission to destroy Along these Calles, bright and charming Her brown stripes grim and quite alarming But still these houses shine like jewels To knock them down, you’d be a fool In March the Fallas burn at night Fires to fill the streets with light Music booms, firecrackers pop The party never wants to stop Semana Santa is the time For Cabanyal to really shine They drum in Easter with panache Brass bands play, the pace is fast The people are a charming mix Look out the window, take your pick They hail from Spain, Lahore and China Proud and loyal, nowhere finer Singing, clapping in the squares Gitanos smile and sometimes stare Emptying bins and filling trollies Exchanging findings for their lolly A place to swim, a place to fish Al i Pebre their top dish Bacalhao, Fideu, Snails Clochones, Sepia, Lobster tails A market full of golden fruit Gypsies in their leopard suits Workers, walkers, grandmas, kids Buying chickens, rabbits, squid El Cabanyal is by the sea You’ll find the waves, the salty breeze Beyond the beach though, there’s much more A chance to glimpse behind the door A slice of history, Rich and strong Linger here and linger long Valencia’s treasure, Please don’t squander Bring the people down to wander And catch a glimpse of Spain that’s real Come here and you’re sure to feel A place for all to holiday El Cabanyal is here to stay (at Barrio El Cabanyal) https://www.instagram.com/p/ByFAYU4jq_z/?igshid=7zxf0zlkr8dp