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May 2019
A secret to discover is closed in us
One treasure shines here cradles the heart but
It is hidden in the words and in the burning hands
In the sweetness of crying in the warm caresses

In the blue glow of the air a seagull
In the white sea of sonic foam
Curious lurks the pink candles
Looking for our treasure

The breeze plays like a gazelle
Over all white and Gold street
Curious peers at the window slit
The search for our treasure
Dolce Pontes E. Morricone
Written by
Julio  M/Patagonia
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