Your memory with me in this land that you loved so much, accompanies me on that same sea of so much blue that has not left a day of your absence to ask for you with wave and wave, under this same sky that not one day will leave your memory, for that same air that does not find any loneliness like yours, nor heart that moves for its high heartbeat.
By The Silhouette of your beaches, profiles of your mountains, which make pure tremor the Poniente sun, by Glens Hondísimas without water, streams of adelfares where it beats deep under the dry an eternal edge, which unites the high sierras to the seas, cubríales pobrísimos , slates, ruins of vineyards and mills, almendrales ghosts, who lend some mild snow to these winters, among these sierras that surround your maternal city, among these things that do not go, which go inside, and so safe, between What happens, something remains forever: memory and feelings.
We feel that the moment remains motionless with those who want, pure stone in the Sierra, lost water, fire burning perennial, Sea Motionless, hardness of a mirror touched by the single vision of beauty, just instant to love that to the Humans make us eternal, angels are standing in the air of the hours.
I feel the air alive with naming you, the warm heart with feeling, more beautiful this landscape that here is still with the loneliness of you, with its nostalgic beauty in your gaze.

Who said that the sea sighs, lips of love to the beaches, sad?

Let it be wrapped by the light camp, glory in height and in the sea, gold.
Ah Sovereign light that surrounds, sings the unfading age of the sea.
There, reminiscing, without time, the sea exists.
A heart of a goddess without death, beats.