Ohhh, my precious, lemme tell ya 'bout Albal (es)!

So, it's a twisty city, mm, full of secrets!

C/ Mercat is busy, real vibe, yeah,

and ya see Plaza de la Llum, glitty bright!
I wandered C/ Rústica; oh, so quaint,

my feet ever tick-tock, my precious!

That narrow alley near Parc del Sol?

So magic, so quiet, almost eerie.
City park, el Jardí de L’Esperança,

full of lazy trees, chirpy birds.

Water flows in the river, the Bleda,

like whispers, "Do you feel, my precious?"
I tumbled over cobbles on C/ de la Vida,

hey, so lively and hetero-charm!

Memories flash like "Once Upon a Time,"

Anatolia style - serene yet deep.
The markets, oh, messy and wild,

folk shout “My precious!” in their tones,

smell of oranges, bread, spices.

I once sat, feelin’ at home, eh?
Man, I got mad at some noise,

but then laughter, my precious, bubbles.

Met a poet there at el Pub Vell,

spoke of life, love, sad like film.
I love that gritty vibe around Albal,

each corner holds a secret kiss.

I walked the streets for pleasure’s sake,

sometimes whispering, “My precious!” softly.
Ya know, near Albal's heart lies

el Raval de Encant, secret nook,

where art splashes on crumbling walls

and every scribble feels divine.
I swear, the wind there tells tales,

in repeats: "Time is a thief" now.

And me, a pleasure coach, eavesdrop,

all life's murmurs, laughter, and pain.
City nights, ha, full of wonder,

lights flicker like movie dreams.

“Somewhere... in Anatolia...” echoes,

time stands still, my precious!
Oh, sorry, typos! I’m in a rush:

10y, 12y, 15y... things!

But listen, ya gotta see it,

real raw, imperfect, and pure, yeah!
Hope ya dig this Albal vibe,

so raw, so live, so playful,

like whispers of "Once Upon a Time..."

My precious! Enjoy it much, oh yes!