So that nothing separate us that us a nothing
I have sailed with uncertain course
in the afternoon sunny and solitary
by your sea of amapolas and memories,
the wind of the twilight
pushes my ship in silence,
I cross dreams ocres,
your spring and your towns,
your fields plows your furrows and paths,
brown scars of your immense body,
the waves they strike me and the
dreams,
and greeting al God of the wine and al sky,
and the light indicates me In your valley of silence,
magical, eternal landscape dream.
¿La realidad existe?
in the afternoon sunny and solitary
by your sea of amapolas and memories,
the wind of the twilight
pushes my ship in silence,
I cross dreams ocres,
your spring and your towns,
your fields plows your furrows and paths,
brown scars of your immense body,
the waves they strike me and the
dreams,
and greeting al God of the wine and al sky,
and the light indicates me In your valley of silence,
magical, eternal landscape dream.
¿La realidad existe?
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