O and the sea the sea crimson sometimes like fire
and the glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the Alameda gardens
yes and all the queer little streets
and the pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens
and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar
as a girl where I was a Flower of the mountain
yes when I put the rose in my hair ...
would I yes to say yes my mountain flower ...
my breasts all perfume
... yes I said yes I will Yes.