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.
