Our palm tree is as beautiful and scary as the princess. Her eyelid is longer than of the river and her veil has brought the lives of our ancestors to displace our narrow dreams. I can feel her wavy pulse and I can see her charming smile behind her shawl. Near her feet, there is a fountain of magical water, and next to her wishes I see my face stolen as a yellow bird. I want to tell you that her magical veil is unable to hide her soul, and despite its stunning colors, it cannot hide her shiny fingers.