In Albaicín's embrace, where moonlight weaves, Esteban spins with grace, a dancer's fire, His dark beard whispers secrets, the night receives, His eyes, twin stars of unconfessed desire. Beneath the balcony where Sara dreams, Of Italian verses, Polish tales, Her green eyes trace his passionate extremes, Their longing ignites under starlit veils. Summer wraps them in a sultry, wild embrace, Rhythms of flamenco pulse through their veins, In Sara’s chamber, they find their secret place, Where love erupts like summer's torrid rains. Two souls entwined in fervent, fearless dance, Their nights dissolve in love’s untamed expanse.