Mi Falla

You are:  
 
 The waves of sand  
  blowing across the beach,  
   the gentile wind  
    of a cool Mediterranean night,  
 
      the salt eroded houses  
       rusting calmly next to the sea,  
        the homes of gypsies  
         hidden behind palm lined streets,  
 
          the gun powder atmosphere,  
           resonating from the hazy skyline,  
            the armada of fireworks  
             exploding like a million firefights,  
 
              the thousands of feet  
               trampling over stone bridges,  
                the medieval buildings  
                 conquered and built for El Cid,  
 
                  the pride of the artist  
                   who burns everything to be immortal,  
                    the towering flames  
                     from the effigies in the inferno.  
 
                                             You are:  
 
                                        The humanity  
                              seared into my eyes  
                       everlasting and eternal.