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Candied walls and wooden balustrades on cobbled lanes downed in a yellow sun.

Tap patap tap tap, Tap patap tap tap.

We walk on those heated streets, looking for a shady coffee spot,

One where the wind makes it all just a little better, a little less hot.

Tap patap tap tap, Tap patap tap tap.

My stride slows as sweat pearls down my spine.

Your ahead, with your back just as wet as mine.

Tap patap tap tap, Tap patap tap tap.

A bar bursts with tottery sombreros billowing with smoky sounds.

Round a corner fruit is sold in cups; an ice-cream cart forms a crowd.

Tap patap tap tap, Tap patap tap tap.

The sun sets over chatter, tears and laughter,

The horizon fills with screens, no eyes, just cameras.

                                                                                                   Cartagena, 2017