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Syri i Natės
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Granada
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... a coming back...
The city came to settle in my shoulder.
I was seeing it in the horizon, night, open of lights and of wings, still, as looking for the heat of the moon or the message of the lighthouses of the car. Slowly I came closer to her, it completed my return. Granada resembles among the shades a sleeping bird.
But there was a moment in that I could notice the tremor of its nerves, the sudden agitation of the dream, the call of a powerful instinct, the discipline of one schedule. And everything suddenly. And it lifted flight, and it cross the air like an arrow in flames, like a lit predestination. And it came to settle in my shoulder, and it left its bloody kiss in my neck.
Since then on I fear it with an absolute delivery, the same as the victim needs her vampire. Pale, with rings, almost without blood, to the city I still return. I am the spirit of the shades, the one that crosses the street, the one that gets lost toward a secret destination. And I look at you a moment, and I settle in your shoulder, and I bring near my lips to your neck.
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No, no dejéis cerradas las puertas de la noche, del viento, del relįmpago, la de lo nunca visto.
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