Peace trade

Spain, I don´t hate you anymore

but I know that our past relationship wasn´t perfect.

Once I actually fanned two eggs to your car.

I often laughed of you

and I use to point you with my finger

in the middle of the class,

so, everybody could make fun of you.

Spain, I tried myself to make a peace trade with you,

but it looks like you didn´t get over,

                                                                 I DID.

It looks like my hate is still present in your memory,

that´s why you have placed your horns in my stomach,

taking out my entrails, loud and red, 

but I still like you,

and I will definetely want to see your face again,

If you don´t want to see me, 

close your eyes.

The only picture that survived. (Parque El Retiro, Madrid)