viento

Posted by mokita on August 9, 2013, 8:07 pm
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Colorless and pure that gets through the open windows and sweep the jardin with tireless grace,plays with your hair and sings old songs in your ear. Accompanies you to the end of the day en la tardecita when the sun goes down behind el mar and dyes the clouds with pink and ruby colors. When you go to the campo santo to bury your dead walking on the soft beach carrying flowers and you sorrow shedding of farewells. Glorious 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 incense and flowers. That takes the music to the cerro and makes the dry almendro leaves fly in an playful swirl against they will. Caresses and shapes the sand of the beach and kisses you on the face with out 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 in to a hurricane that tear the palmas up side down ... and then calm. mokita.

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