“…Nestled at the foot of the Sierra Nevada,
I hear the sound of a hang drum… chimes a badaboom, boom, boom,
While Ferrel cats fancied themselves as stray dogs,
A whiff of soft spices, pines and olive trees brush a swirl of scents,
A gaze dives into cascading aquifers running through stony trenches,
Sapphire blue azulejos mirror an ever dancing light glittering back to life,
A sweet pastry savoured in the gardens of Eden… Buds an Eve of fantasy,
Ochre walls reminisce sands of time undulating… Tracing snakes… Ssssss!,
I… Feel… The… Urge… To… Fly!
High into the starry realms to cross the barriers of space and time,
To sing a song, what I say?!… A swinging lullaby!
Octave a rave, wild dance alive in the hallways!
First to be, hail the new Caliph In the Alcazaba,
Twin flames alighted, crisp soft flaming eyes blow a secret wish
To the Heavens as above and below from the crest of my hand
…To the feet of the Sierra Nevada…!”