Sipping sweet sangria as the sun sets, <br />ruby filled glasses now silhouettes... <br />The hypnotic music ends perfectly, <br />as the sun sinks over the Mediterranean sea. <br /> <br />Hierbas, frigola, a little thyme for sweet anis, <br />a mysterious potion, inhibitions cease... <br />Enticing bottle of secret source, <br />steers the soul on a magical course. <br /> <br />The sand still warm under naked toes, <br />a moonlit walk, to where, who knows... <br />The stars just guide us, as they do, <br />in this place where dreams come true. <br /> <br />Memories to forever treasure, <br />of life, love and so much pleasure... <br />Sweet dreams sail me back someday <br />journey to my month of May. <br /> <br />Sant Antoni I shall return to find <br />that part of me I left behind... <br />Amongst the coves or cliffs so high, <br />to where my happy soul can fly.<br /><br />Tia Maria<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cafe-del-mar/
