by Felipe Alvarez de Toledo

We observe the countryside,
On our six-foot concrete pedestal,
On top of a hill
Which we climbed and climbed.

We climbed and climbed,
Through fields of Grain and Seed,
Up a makeshift ladder
Of iron bars, and now We enjoy

Endless expanses bathed in Sun
And the Earth covered with sun
Flowers,
A spectacular, Andalusian view;

And White clouds flit by,
Across the horizon,
Swimming like fish
In the Sea that's the Sky.

Together We'll eat
And watch the world quietly
So far away.
Over there, the Spanish Country.