The Calle de la Iglesias ...

On our way to the Cuatro Esquinas, or to the Blue House, we'd walk up the Calle de la Iglesia - 

Each side of the long narrow street were the silent dreaming houses - their windows were shuttered - the tall doors were closed - 

No one was to be seen or heard - each house guarded its secret life - 

Birds sang in hidden gardens - a cypress tree grew behind a high wall - above was a deep blue sky - 

We listened in vain for a voice - all we heard were the songs of the captive birds, the murmur of dreams -

March 2015

The Calle de la Iglesia 

San Miguel 

Tenerife