Amid the gloom
early dawn comes and between mystical flashes
shines in the distance.
before having to be sensed,
smell and hear and sing
which is the pillar of faith believe without seeing
know nothing.
Announces Good News
only the roar of the palms
and that harmonic noise in the air
accompanying
anticipates that time waiting for the dawn, while
sigh sigh
sensation spread to the corners patients
that arises in the glare.
illusion or completeness Is?
Is it miracle or human is the emerald blue
always eagerly waiting
the people who reveres the people who
entertains with
beautiful flowers that grow in the gorges?
Is amid the stumbles,
bienandanza promise,
giver when contemplating the beauty of her face?
And now comes, and it is coming. Leave
parked off
Seville, now you are lucky enough
face. Leave
silence silent graceful leaves
to the corner that looks out to see profiled
between silvery reeds,
custodians of their excellence.
And
is the height of the most sacred night.
The beauty
profile crosses the morning.
And it's worth the time
but second last.
then explains that
-face-
mirror of the soul and pleads with the Virgin
eyes will not be
and is only the memory of that joy
ago.
And while his farewell
crystallizes
now looks the only flash
are the golden stitches.
And again the silence to thunder back
and longing ... But when the
end seems
your canopy up to us, and look
suddenly we're getting back, the last thing
lost in Seville is the Esperanza.
early dawn comes and between mystical flashes
shines in the distance.
before having to be sensed,
smell and hear and sing
which is the pillar of faith believe without seeing
know nothing.
Announces Good News
only the roar of the palms
and that harmonic noise in the air
accompanying
anticipates that time waiting for the dawn, while
sigh sigh
sensation spread to the corners patients
that arises in the glare.
illusion or completeness Is?
Is it miracle or human is the emerald blue
always eagerly waiting
the people who reveres the people who
entertains with
beautiful flowers that grow in the gorges?
Is amid the stumbles,
bienandanza promise,
giver when contemplating the beauty of her face?
And now comes, and it is coming. Leave
parked off
Seville, now you are lucky enough
face. Leave
silence silent graceful leaves
to the corner that looks out to see profiled
between silvery reeds,
custodians of their excellence.
And
is the height of the most sacred night.
The beauty
profile crosses the morning.
And it's worth the time
but second last.
then explains that
-face-
mirror of the soul and pleads with the Virgin
eyes will not be
and is only the memory of that joy
ago.
And while his farewell
crystallizes
now looks the only flash
are the golden stitches.
And again the silence to thunder back
and longing ... But when the
end seems
your canopy up to us, and look
suddenly we're getting back, the last thing
lost in Seville is the Esperanza.
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