1.
Passage Da Francisca Contreras. Poem written by Rocío Sánchez Naranjo.

Along this little white sidewalk
people and their dreams walk,
along this clear shore,
they walk and chat

The reflection of the falling water shines,
the mill and the fountain of yesteryear whisper.
I hear grandparents' stories,
i remember bells, gatherings and afrechos.

Bread baked in a wood-fired oven,
and stories to dream about!
How pleasant your encounter
and what a sailor your charm.

These secrets reach us...
Look out onto the new passage,
where Pozo de los Palos and Sevilla,
embrace.

2.
from the author Julia Uceda Valiente in Pasaje Francisca Contreras. The author is professor of Spanish Literature, National Critics Award in 2007 and National Poetry Award in 2003.

How many Mondays and Tuesdays
in the dust, back along the roads.
They would be different from each other, but they all
seemed the same.

I look for the chairs, the windows, the beds of fever or weeping
of the fever or the cry, of the aching tooth,
to those Mondays or Tuesdays, and they are all
are already out of place.

They form piles of things, hours,
stones, words, pencils, destinies,
but they were crossing the door from
inside
with a lot of cold.

Sometimes they are awakened by an old song
an old song, a corner, a friend,
and it amuses me that they all then
seem like Sundays to me.

3.
Pasaje Francisca Contreras, C/ Sevilla no 30. From the author Juan Antonio Bernier.

It is necessary to note,
to think of the sacred
as I think of your clothes.

Maybe we will meet.

I note your touch
as physical contact.

It is the beam that stirs
the underside of the leaves.