No Escape From Puerto Del Carmen
No escape from Puerto Del Carmen Along black volcanic time trodden paths I crept Carefully stepping over the shadows Of man-shaped cacti With needle sharp spines Drawing long strait lines Through the memory Of The night before Being asked too leave The hotel dance floor My crime, by the way I do not regret Was dancing the Bosa Nova to Frank Sinatra's, I did it My Way After packing my bags I Rolled down the cold-red marble stairs walked into the reception (The golden tourist-trap lair.) ''Did we... Sign in to see full entry.