In the heart of Spain, where whispers roam,
The shadows dance in silent woe.
Echoes of time, a mournful tone,
Where life’s vibrant colors slowly go.

Upon the winds, a chill descends,
Carrying tales of forgotten days.
A solemn rhythm, the heart contends,
In twilight’s gentle, somber haze.

Beneath the stars, the earth does sigh,
Cradling dreams in its tender arms.
The moon reflects a tear-stained sky,
In Spanish night, with haunting charms.

Yet in the dark, a subtle grace,
Whispers of love that never part.
In death’s embrace, a tender trace,
Of life and soul, a timeless art.