those full moon nights in the Bay of All Saints and you can see the Lady of the Sea to arrive at the beach to let yourself wonder
The soft arms, the maternal embrace, the fish tail-plated silver, look gorgeous former beauty, the enchanting voice of immense power, ima girl's skin and corals.
You can also leave enchanted by its magnificent corner of the waves on snoring: endless laughter and foam wind.
She comes for the gifts of people, those strange children who live so far from the infinite embrace of the sea.
the stones are only loose petals of beautiful flowers and leftover dishes smelling food. On those nights stunning
moon no doubt.
magic invades the street as wind blown sand. The voice
Mermaid snoring wave creeps in the noise of cars and takes care of the air.
Only if there was the whisper of Yorubaland and greeting the shells away from revealing secrets. The border
, freedom from violent hand of trade, the beach stretches and relaxes the heart.
And there comes the siren, with all the beauty, beautiful to greet the street I wish.
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