Benidorm
I see the image of the sea
mirrored in the wrinkles
of her face, streaked with
deposits of pinks and aquas.
The tourists don't know
each villager has a story,
and each story pervades
the tranquil landscape.
In the province of Alicante,
magic rituals slide silently
along flowing waters, where
torchlit processions travel
through grotto rooms.
Every church, mosque,
synagogue and temple
stares one at the other,
with immense grandeur,
in a provincial little place
that serves goat's milk in
Majorcan wine, where one
breath is peacefully lost
between the next.
