where the sun sets
one remembers the
moment
the time came
to leave spain
and i took photographs
so that one day
looking back
the atmosphere of that house
would live again
in the sitting room
lorca and elvis
a gift from walt
and the little blue book
the colour of the sea
where i wrote things faithfully
for you
and for me
and for all that would remain forever
so near our heart
we could hear it beat softly.
