Cradle of my stories, my tears and my smiles.
Aroma of jasmine wafting from eyes that mask troves of tenderness and peaceful grottos.
Sun caressed by the embraced hands of lovers strolling in the midst of silence
and noise, of good and bad. Moon reflected in the voluptuous curves of the
mosques that watch the night. Wind, making its way among streams of happy and
angry people, dressed in all life’s colors. Smells and images and tastes and textures
and sounds and memories and forever, for forever, from forever, dreams of sea
and peace.
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Multumesc. Gràcies. Gracias. Thank you.