The heat, The scorching rays Of sand Under the sun, But far more Was in the air Than simple dust Floating around. For under that heat, From the royal palace To the basin Of the mountain hike To the beaches And rocks To the botellon And the catedral To the fiesta on The first night To Santa Anna On the penultimate To that last day In Guadix And the last night In Madrid To the plane ride Back And still, Here, As well, It shall never Stop.