Sipping sweet sangria as the sun sets,
ruby filled glasses now silhouettes...
The hypnotic music ends perfectly,
as the sun sinks over the Mediterranean sea.

Hierbas, frigola, a little thyme for sweet anis,
a mysterious potion, inhibitions cease...
Enticing bottle of secret source,
steers the soul on a magical course.

The sand still warm under naked toes,
a moonlit walk, to where, who knows...
The stars just guide us, as they do,
in this place where dreams come true.

Memories to forever treasure,
of life, love and so much pleasure...
Sweet dreams sail me back someday
journey to my month of May.

Sant Antoni I shall return to find
that part of me I left behind...
Amongst the coves or cliffs so high,
to where my happy soul can fly.

Tia Maria

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