I have a little corner there in the south
where the girls dance with the sea
where the east fights for its streets
and the west does not invade it because it does not want to disturb.
he has seven brothers as they are
and a mother called Andalucia
a mother in his heart
who does not know fear.
his streets are directed towards the beach
his Nights are cinnamon sticks
in which the air makes you kiss
there I have experienced so many emotions
I have discovered so many loves
the kind that make you cry
give me the girls ±as
they have their ways
give me your moon
full of corals
forgive me countryman
cadiz is not normal
give me your mother called Andalucia
invite your streets for poetry to come
and let my singing be heard today in my city
I have a little corner
there in the south where art springs up through the air
and in the sky there are a million stars
where they learn carnivals and the grace of this land
looks that are lost with its sun
and afternoons that escape with its dunes
this is how I feel its heat this is how I feel that corner