Every morning,
as I greeted the new day,
as I looked to the horizon,
as I saw the light of the sunrise
flow over the mountains
and the roofs of the houses,
as always, I was in awe...
every morning,
as I walked the coastline,
as I listened to the sound of the waves
of the ocean going in and out,
I saw, I heard, I felt the energy
of the cosmic poetry around me
touch me, inspire me, and rejuvenate me...
every morning,
as some of the revellers of the night before
still remained sitting upon the sandy beach,
as the echoes of the beats
of the entrancing music continued
to linger,
I witnessed life, people,
attempting to revive and reset themselves
so that Summer's cycle could repeat,
just as it is always expected to...
every evening,
as I returned from enjoying and embracing
the experience of being where I was,
on an island of both beauty and infamy,
I always looked forward to looking out,
just as the light of the sun
touched the waves of the sea,
as the perpetual celebration of life carried on,
and as I closed my eyes I said to myself
what some may only express
silently with a smile
when they find themselves
in a paradise-like place
where anyone can do
what they want to do
and where anyone can be
who they want to be:
"Viva Ibiza!"