Living between palm trees
warm salt and ardent looks:
of a sun that knows how to stay-
going out for something chilled in between autumnal plazas-
or maybe, doesn't know how to leave,
there where leaves fall
and hours sway
while here, they rise with the wind,
with this dry breeze, beating
like eternal company
of seasons without completion.
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