Laranga here we go.Valencia for the flight,leaving Tenerife some time in the night.Keep me from your hand,I will never decorate,the colours of magenta beside me when I wait.Roses by a rail never picked or touched,stems with thorns gone missing.You moved north west,I moved a little lower,for the quiet feet found frozen on the edge of Herons gate.Rosaleen and Marta keep you hands as warm and free as the girl I found sleeping beside the heart shaped sea.Salva Jesus,Madrelenios Salamanca this September for the child you could not be.Up go the fireworks,colours fill the sky,a Mayan in Los Angeles a Celt that took her eye!