The blood of whom they
worship: the blood of those they...

The dawns of towns are
empowered by the spirits...

All her life searching
for real beauty seeing...

Those who've tried so hard
to sweep him away by brooms...

Life is a case of watercolour,
caterpillars relinquishing being crawlers...

Your smile,
the white queue of musical tone...

How I float on the flow of this music,
how I realize I am a share in this music...

Such voluptuous prime
in the lusts of melons...

She noticed her face
was a mask amongst many...

As we breezed
hoisting...

Influenced by "Asturias"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oEfFbuT3I6A...

All in silver and grey
in the dying bed...