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I come from those lands where the sun turns into wine, staining the roads of golden distance and bathing the stars in sweet oblivion.
Because the night is silence when my voice becomes a river, flowing freely through the celestial estuaries, like a singing tear that waters the afternoon with my written verses.
If you wanted to kiss my cup, I would kiss your senses, and from these veins full of latent blood, we would intertwine our heartbeats to know each other like children dancing in the merry-go-round, sighing between two united souls.
You are the morning where my destiny dreamed of becoming life in your mouth and poetry in your navel. Born from your smile, this song that I sing to you today will be wind in the guitar, strings of the sun vibrating in the wine.
Where the sun and the earth are forbidden lovers that meet on our lips, savoring a shared destiny.
I come from those lands where the sun becomes wine, distancing the roads and forgetting the stars, because the night is silence when my voice becomes river and my verses bloom.