Leyenda

Too soon for the Who,
too late for the Jam,
reel and photos to develop,
hidden legend of my city.

You saw us all grow up,
many you saw fall,
no one changed you
because you Flowers
are the pop.

Ray Davis, Portobello
and the Ramblas,
psychedelia, Disco Express
and a parka.

Today I raise my glass
and toast to you,
for the San Carlos
I never knew,
nothing changed you
because you Flowers,
are the pop.