forgotten song

[fluorescent.43]

in the hot nights of Andalusia
the moon shines in the bull’s sweaty back
ay ay ay the colors--ay seems juvenile in contrast to the opening lines, an awkward evocation of... what exactly

boys throw the shirts
river noise--interesting way to present this thought. i do think you could improve river noise however.

everything is so wonderful
when the stars are big--this "juvenility" is well-placed, i like its nuance.
and clear the paths of young blood--like the thought, but grammatically doesn't connect to the last line?
ah, gypsy
the fish floats on my wrist
in the fine rain of my eyes--hmm, i like these lines

my forgotten song – Andalusia--last line seems unnecessary, why not just cut it?

overall, a good mood setter... thanks for the read.