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spit ink on these leaves, coffee and tobacco
between trembling wet evening announcing the Caribbean.
On the same sunset, on any other bank, the throes of Bolivar,
Nostalgia of the soldiers, who saw the tanker sailed at noon,
The nocturnal rhythm of Santeria, hands in empty pockets
washed some other outcast, like me, contemplates his memories in the glare of the sand ...
The sun rises from the sea
The sun sets over the sea.
The soil is moist and warm rain
flashes in the night sky are the opening of the waning moon. Far

in the valley that lies between two mountain ranges,
the light of all the suns even dip your delicate silhouette
Yesterday, today, forever ...