There’s nothing better than cracking pistachios on the patio
on a hot afternoon under the Spanish sun.
There’s nothing finer than watching fireworks in the sky
on a clear starry night under the Spanish moon.
No, I wouldn’t go to Carolina, not for all the tea in China.
I’m happy here, sipping sangria, on the hot Spanish sand, with you.
From my second poetry collection Siempre Siempre Published by Palores Publications