In the valley of Galamares
Looking out over the hortas and vinhas of the departed barons and princes
A mist hangs over the morning
The umbrellas of pines
The line of soldiering plane trees
Across from the old low wall
The tram squeaks by behind the house
You walk to the triangle building–a wedge
In which your favorite café holds forth, for no other reason than it was the first one you happened upon when you came to this valley.
How many villas of barons and princes do you see looking down towards the sea?