
Not a soul to be seen in the fog and the mist that rolls in from the Mexican gulf…
while the smell of jasmine blends so placidly well with the spirits of Jamaican rum
and the ghosts creep through cracks in the wall, and the last beer is gone, and the night starts to play one last song, so we dance…
C.2025, Francisco Bravo Cabrera – 29 MAR 2025 – Valencia, España
Beautiful, so beautiful. Thank you, Love, nia
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Thank you 🙏🏻 so much dear Nia! So glad you liked it!
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Beautiful words Francisco! 🕺💃
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Thank you so much Sara! 😊🙏🏻🌻
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As always, my pleasure Francisco! 😊🌻😁
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Absolutely love this poem and so it dances across the page.
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I am so glad you liked it Pat! Thank you!
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Lovely!
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So glad you liked it! Thank you!
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