Gipsy Kings Hey Google, play Gipsy Kings.I toss my request at the cone machineon the microwave as I get the sinkready for another round of washing dishes. The music starts. It is loud and full.I’ve been craving this latin, flamenco,gitanos Spanish Romani energy explosion;the thick voices, the fast guitar, the beautiful bass drummingto the rhythm of… Continue reading Poem 85 – Gipsy Kings