In the heart of the Iberian night,
Where shadows dance with moonlit grace,
A whisper of silence fills the air,
As time slows in this haunted place.

The echoes of history softly sigh,
Through cobblestone streets and ancient walls,
Ghostly figures drift and weave,
In the glow where the moonlight falls.

Once vibrant lives now tales untold,
In the tapestry of memory’s embrace,
Where laughter and tears intertwined,
Leaving traces time cannot erase.

Yet in the silence, a story remains,
Of passion, of dreams, of fleeting breath,
A solemn dance beneath the stars,
In the gentle arms of Spanish death.