Marrakech

In the streets of Marrakech
drunken with scents and fresh mint,
under the pink walls and palaces
hidden by the bougainvilleas
I want to get lost with you.
In the medina streets
and from my place on the terrace
we will watch the Atlas snows.
In the souks, in the cafés,
the folks from the street or the palaces,
full of smiles and sophisticated,
know how to handle and spoil us.
Honey, oranges and fritters
Gnawas, riads and palm groves
basking in a golden light.
Ah! It’s so beautiful, I want to go there!
Marrakech
Have fun shopping!

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