Wake up at noon
to hear the rain
It's a frame that suits me fine
No pressure now
to achieve
anything by above average speed

So I turn the music on
and I turn it off
to leave more space for thoughts
Not knowing soon
they'll be stalled
by a mildly disappointing call

I have thought of you
since I came
All the street signs spell out your name
Will I meet you here?
Could well be
on a Summer week in your beloved Spain