Iron words guard universal gates
The moon thru an elegant window
Soft floors with colors of sky
Breathe air of Mediterranean saints
Art shreds the archaic symbols
We return alone rapped in forgiveness
Her hands like storms over Gibraltar
Kisses carry pigeons of Paris
Laconic poems dress the naked chest
I rest in quiet baths of alabaster dreams
Curtain lace of golden Spanish vines
Everything is in the light yet discreet
The last ship is in the mystic bay
I hear the singing of joyous temples
Stars sing like a choir of destiny
Beginnings and endings meet like ring
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