Drums play a rhythm from an unknown, hide from eyes, ship. If it’s a pirate one from old times nobody knows; but every boat goes to there across the ending day.
The sun is orange, but the drums would like it red. There is something scary in them.
boats
A golden coin playing in my fingers
Branches dreaming that they are caressing the sun…
Three in the sea
The beginning of a tale of adventures.
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El inicio de una historia de aventuras.
Sleeping ships
Time to dream, darling. Blue dreams for us for the times to be together. I want so badly to be in your dreams as you are in mine… and meet us there in a second life.
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Hora de soñar, a.n.c.z. Sueños azules para los dos por los tiempos en que seremos uno. Deseo tanto tanto estar en tus sueños como tú estás en los míos… y vernos en ese otro mundo.
Qhapaq 