A world that has stopped turning madly,
where the only people who have to hurry now, are the doctors and nurses.
Their faces in pain of the tight masks they’re wearing
Their bodies tired of the long hours they’re making
Their hearts bleeding by carrying a heavy load
Day in and day out, who knows.
the old, narrow streets of Palma
its terracotta coloured houses
bay windows and tangled wires
I won’t see a way out
there are days I wish to get lost,
roam around a place I have never been
to discover its secrets and well kept history,
drink coffee in an ancient cafe
with homemade almond cake
yes please, pour me another cup