Of Mirtos full. Smell, black berry color, white flower and green leaf.
Citadel, tower vijía hidden in a harmonious way, carved in brick
a thousand nights desired.
Finishing wealth, arabesque that spreads water and is a reflection of light
Smell that intoxicates, perfume of idylls, encounters.
Seduces, kidnapped in a protected world.
Up to here the lamentations do not arrive, everything is silence.
A flight of silks transports our spirit feeling that
And when the time of day goes dark, the spell continues.