Wrong loves,

Roam the universe,

With a sad song.

A cross sometimes

With your true love,

Make them songbooks,

A high voltage cable,

Full of birds,

In an Andalusian sunset,

At the entrance to Carmona

Star of Europa.

There, theg sing to dozens,

To a thousand wonders,

With racing hearts,

Peak of polarity.

They counteract sadness,

Fron a musty graveyard,

Before so many truths,


Beings are silent

In that place
For this unique love,

For this heavenly love.

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