Don't you love when dead tired you are blessing the moment when your head hit the pillow and you can go to sleep until all the cows came home?

Spanish holiday with wine sangrķas,
of eating and drinking all night long,
everything getting funnier and funnier
until the wee hour and the first yawn.

Why it is that when we drink the wine
the ugliest people will lost their faults?
that sweetest things that coming morning
will get us to scream "who are you?, Oh my God!!!"

Paso doble with ra-ta-ta-ta- from heels,
guitar, a Flamenco man belting out
grievance, sorrows, night and sun,
mixing sweat, tears, wine and blood.

Sun up, it's time to be thinking siestas,
tired body, bless the hanging hammock,
heavy eyelids, more yawns, coming dreams
and then...the unending yappy of a little dog!!!