We shall fly, head to the south

Where things are hot and nature’s deep

Where love and desire never sleep

And rioja’s gorgeous in the mouth

We’ll tread red earth where worship’s dark

And blood is sport, history thick

Where what’s smooth they never pick

And passion, people, love are stark

I’ll be in this place with you

We’ll seek another truth than bland

That poets and lovers understand

May we penetrate them too

And may the best way out be through. 

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