El vuelo de noche

I watch the lights of the city fall away again and, beneath their glow, todos mi amigos Madrileños.

All I can think is “When will I return?”

So many beautiful people: new introductions at la escuela de idiomas; burgeoning friendships at el clase de Tango; old friends in their apartamentos, closing the shutters on today and thinking of tomorrow.  All beneath the orange glow.

So many rivers to cross before I can return for good, yet my soul lies in the plazas y calles of this city. 

My heart beats to the rhythms of its barrios.

My head fills with its sounds; my tongue aches to answer.

How long before my voice joins the great harmony of la comunidad, reaching up into the Madrileño night?

Hasta pronto, amigos!