I think I lost it at sea.
Like my rose ring slipped from my finger, swimming in my own emotions.
Surrounded with the warm water of the Alboran sea.
It must have been much more leaving on the beach.
Not only the ashes from my father whose home was everywhere without me.
I left my fragile heart feeling home for a moment At Sacaba Beach.
Spain
Déja vu in Spain.
As if it all happens again.
Dressed in summer lace.
Enjoying the sun on my face.
Walking the shore.
I must have been here before.
In all its glory I embrace.
It is everything about this place.
Déja vu in Spain.
I hope it will happen again.