Behind your face, my face appears
then yours comes behind the clarity of mine
Valencia, we were ninots in a falla burning in the night
Images of papier mâché
Silver bodies dancing through the smoke and smell of sandalwood
On our palms the blood of mandarins
we stretch our arms between blue heavens
and a small, bewildered olive tree.
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JaZzArt en València 
Wonderful collaboration, Francisco with enough local references to root the poem in the right terroir.
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Thank you so much Pat!
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Very welcome, Francisco.
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Love it.. I’ll head over Francisco! 💓
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Thank you Cindy!
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It was my pleasure and lovely!!! ❤️
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🙏🏻❤️🙏🏻
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So beautifully written! A wonderful collaboration! 💗
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Thank you 🙏🏻 Bianca!
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It’s my pleasure, Francisco! 😊♥️
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Beautiful pic my friend 👌🏿❤️Feliz Año Nuevo querido bendiciónes
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Thank you 🙏🏻 Feliz Año! 🎈🎊🎆
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Lovely!
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Thank you Dawn!
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Lovely read of your collaboration! 💚
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Thank you so much Cassa’
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