I wrote a poem to describe this painting:
"A ray of light falls on the Rif Mountains.
The Bay of Tangier waits, still and open.
Tangier trembles with life at its peak,
and yet nothing fights—
everything leans closer.
They speak without words,
sea to hill, wind to stone,
finding a quiet way to exist forever.
I watch this gentle exchange,
and the hills
of Tangier
give me the strength
to believe in the life between."