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!"
Mark The Poet 