Accompanies you to the end of the day en la Tardecita when the sun goes down behind the mar and dyes the clouds with pink and ruby colors.
When you go the Camposanto to bury your dead walking on the soft beach carrying flowers and your sorrow shedding of farewells.
Glorios when the palmas swing with cadence rhythm and it doesn't know if is day or night and relieves the hit of the midday.
Who steals the fire of the candles in la Iglesia and scatters the smell of incense and flowers.
That takes the music to the Cerro and makes the dry Almendro leaves fly in a playful swirl against they will.
Caresses and shapes the sand of the beach and kisses you on the face without your permission.
Coming from the mar a welcome visitor and instantly yours, and then disappear and goes away like the years in your life.
In a moment can turn into a hurricane that tear the palmas upside down.....and then calm.
mokita
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