The warmth of the sun so gently caresses my skin,
The distant rumble of the crashing waves.

The heat of the sand meets a cool morning breeze,
Complete, does not contradict, my inner peace.

I turn my gaze towards my place, surrounded by the roses,
My siesta home away from the chaos the city imposes.

An outlook on the salty air of the sea, a grandeur villa,
The best place it the world, my charming cozy La Quinta.