Hostile about Hostals
by La Playa?
party towns
sheds and huts for rent
young love with consent
pushing with a firm cadence for freedom
swatting Mosquitoes inside your net
washing reality away
with rum
space cake for breakfast
then the sun comes
and we slowly
get ready to party,
live life,
experience
it all
in a strange country
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I would like to translate this poem
HostAl, no, Hostel, si. the youth i 'missed'! ;) bri so, ...." Iguanas" was just an eye-catcher, you faker!