Jurado RocÃo
Seville
Seville
Towers,
with wings of gold
that dream distances.
Streets,
with shadows of centuries
and silver tuberoses.
Songs,
that scratch stars
that scratch the soul.
Nights,
reflections of a river< br/>that wanted to be sea,
that wanted to be sea.
Seville,
green clarity of sound,
green earth,
blue the air
where the sleepy water
of a tower,
falls in love.
Seville,
green clarity of sound,
of Andalusian solitudes.
Fire, snow,
crying and singing.
Seville, Seville,
Seville.

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