The distant storm is gathering afar
Beyond the bluey fringes of Palm Mar
Whose quiet verdant tinges
Display no signs of troubles yet.
The sleepy noonday heat bakes silent streets
Untroubled paradise for centuries
No sounds of rumbling thunder
Or lightning above black seas.
Like sleepy children before the war
We dream of unchanged days
And gentle winds that will always kiss
The temperate Canary soil.
Thirty years from now seems far away
For changing climate to bother us
Hidden in nature’s soft embrace
Nothing can touch us now
Not yet
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