Sunlight dances on the tile floor The fierce Mexican wind roars through my ancestral gift of long thick hair. My soles touch the earth and glide me around my path Nature gifts me with tiny leaves in my soup A condiment for my soul The women, the food and the love they nourish me. I see eyes shimmering like stars in the sky The horns blare a victorious marching song as the band marches down the cobbled road Under the pines of this fine town I feel the love, warmth, nourishment and steadfastness of a people.