El vuelo de noche
By Parson Thru
I watch the lights of the city fall away again and, beneath their glow, todos mi amigos Madrileños.
All I can think is “When will I return?”
So many beautiful people: new introductions at la escuela de idiomas; burgeoning friendships at el clase de Tango; old friends in their apartamentos, closing the shutters on today and thinking of tomorrow. All beneath the orange glow.
So many rivers to cross before I can return for good, yet my soul lies in the plazas y calles of this city.
My heart beats to the rhythms of its barrios.
My head fills with its sounds; my tongue aches to answer.
How long before my voice joins the great harmony of la comunidad, reaching up into the Madrileño night?
Hasta pronto, amigos!