In gilded letters,
the name of a land
where the breeze,
they say,
is like a caress
of diamonds
with scents from
far away.
In gilded letters,
the name of a land
with a sunlight that strikes
the incautious man
in awe and desperation;
sysyphean succession
of days and reflections
on the glass
on which we dance
to the tune
of monotony
miércoles, 18 de junio de 2008
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