Rain is nostalgia. The sun, the joy reflected in a green carpet on which small strip of white and yellow daisies in my garden. But today the sky is covered with gray, the water hits the glass, and my heart yearns for the sun set on Triana, I smell the scent of orange blossom remind my feet while walking among the orange trees, and the ears heard the buzz of a church procession marches lost. Today
rain while my head remember, because sometimes the memories are also food for the soul and gives me life ... Sevilla.
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