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,
Thus,
Beings are silent
In that place
For this unique love,
For this heavenly love.
Alquimia poemas andaluces. Mercedes Luque Navarro. 
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