PeñÃscola
Near Papa Luna is the Hill of the Sun.
That's the place where everything is begun.
You'll find a monument, go there by foot.
It's not on a picture postcard, take a camera to shoot.
Papa Luna knew it real soon.
Without the sun, there's no light on the moon.
The sea, the beach, the moon, the sun.
The mountains, the rocks, the city, the fun.
The Knights Templar built a castle on a fort.
They had to leave Spain, their staying was short.
Apostle John brought Mary here.
Papa Luna worshipped her without fear.
He worshipped her with all of his heart.
Was this pope really a bodyguard?
Ingezonden door
Willem J. Bod
Geplaatst op
20-11-2009
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