Thu. Apr 25th, 2024

Rhythmic swells reverberate through your lungs. The black streets of Valencia.

Backstreet Europe.

Romani enclaves, gypsy-parts of town.

We’ll sit here in the Plaça de la Virgen with our stiff drinks. Sangria. Smartly bashful we’re red-faced, delirious.

For it is Spring, the blossoms sing

Nodding in the wind.

Blanco bells of nerium ring.

By Nicholas Andriani

"I'M A NARRATIVE DESIGNER, GAME WRITER & STORY CONSULTANT I CRAFT IMMERSIVE WORLDS, AND I BRING STORIES TO LIFE. WITH A KEYBOARD IN HAND, I TRANSVERSE MYSTERIOUS WORLDS, FROM ANCIENT FANTASY REALMS TO FUTURISTIC GALAXIES, AND I NAVIGATE THE HIDDEN ALLEYS OF DYSTOPIAN CITYSCAPES. ALL IN A DAY'S WORK." Part-time Cheesemonger Learning Technology and Design + Interactive Writing + Game Studies + English + 日本語 @mizzou

One thought on “Violin: A Love Poem to the City of Oranges”
  1. Only critique (since you asked), “parts of town” not very poetic, pulls you out of the piece. Even the word “settlements” would be better. Otherwise, nice piece!

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