Colorless and pure that gets trough open windows and sweep the jardin with tireless grace.Plays with your hair and whispers 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 your world with pink and ruby colors.
Stops when you go to the campo santo to bury your dead walking on the soft sand carrying flowers and your sorrow.
Glorious when the palmas swing with cadence rhythm and it doesn't know if is day or night.
Steals the fire of the candles in la iglesia and scatters the smell of incense and flowers.
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 goes away like the years of your life.
In a moment it can turn into a hurricane that turn your world upside-down;Then...calm.
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