On cobbled streets, flame, blue-gray bricks abound
Enchanting alleys, pink, cyan, and green
Juan Ponce stands guard, musicians make sound
Soft smiles, girl sings, two drunk lovers careen
The nights are never quiet, don’t you wait
Just wander, corner to next corner, smell
The coffee, brewing, bread, it’s baking, late
Tomorrow, castle - I’m under a spell
My mothers, my grandfathers, here is where
you left? Our dead lie buried here, through yore.
The heartbreak, the excitement, wondering how you’d fare?
I guess we never know what life has in store
I stand, here now, a stranger in your land
Just listening, foot tapping, a coffee in my hand