Sea of Sepharad

"My steps still walk through Seville
Up and down Levies street
Searching for my wife, burned
In front of the church
As I was returning from Granada.

My steps still tread over the streets
Day and night, they never part
From the pavements in which only my steps exist.

My steps still brand Seville,
Its limits and frontiers
Its sky and river
Its tongue and words.
And, when I fall into a torrent of laughter
It is because I am mad
Crazed by the past, demented
From thoughts, deranged
From love."