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I feel the sun that caresses my face,

 It is smooth velvet that I hug its tenuous rays.

The rays of the sun to afternoon

 When the today has finished

 And it is taking step to him to an uncertain delay

Of not knowing if after the night there will be a morning.

 Today I feel frees, hard,

With desire to follow undergoing

 The sweet caress of

The Sun to afternoon.

Marisol Flamenco

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