End of day, it's still raining
Blink your eyes on the fading horizon
The stars are bees, the stars are beginnings
Love is the night
Myths of mysterious Spanish women
myths of the sun.
Children are smiling clouds are drifting
People are singing
Puerto Rico Parade, clown with water
Streets alive with laughter
Song of Laura
grey and gold
braided hair
wishes in the air

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