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"He who is chained to a joy, destroys a free life, but he who kisses the joy in his flight, experience the dawn of eternity."

William Blake

Guadalquivir Valley from the port of Las Palomas, Sierra de Cazorla (Jaén)

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the horizon, the sun rises in the dark night My

hands and play with the curls in your hair.

I will dress with the light of your eyes of silver.

Not my will subtract the dawn,

Because I'm a bit lost,

And lost again wait for dawn.

touch

And wait the morning, Already

here with my soul.

And always keeps hugs to give,

My lips are always ready to kiss you,

From afar my desire await.

My love unleash latent if the stars decide

And then love me.

The wind then cleared your throat

And you can kiss.

reach dizzying When your lips?

I do not care, my desire to wait for you forever.

Your atmosphere, your valley slopes

your border today are our joys.

Paco J.