El Puertito 18.00 hours 

Have I died and gone to heaven?

Or am I still in Tenerife?

In Paradise with whitened domes

Which we name our second home. 

The sun is setting on a Saturday 

Crowning a November evening. 

Puertito  is still abuzz

As tourists come and go. 

Mixing with the locals at the bar

That nestles by the sea

Above a pretty beach

We’ll have a beer or three. 

Young and old enjoy the pleasures

Of simple seaside games 

Nature gives and lavishes

Her gifts to all for free

Little dogs and children 

Frolic in the spray

The world is young and life is simple

Along Puertito Bay. 

The boats are floating on a silver sea

The sun is slowly setting

The earth just holds its breath

Serenely for peace is settling.