To sit by the Mediterranean,
the wind whispers secrets of the past.
My past, where this sea flows with
the blood in my veins;
and to know you are sitting beside me,
hood up, arms folded around yourself
to protect you from the chill in the air.
To look across history and time,
to look across our history and time,
and know that you are still there beside me.
Barcelona, April 2003