Of Mirtos full. Smell, black berry color, white flower and green leaf. Citadel, tower lookout hidden in a harmonious way, carved in brick a thousand nights desired. Finishing wealth, arabesque that spreads water and is a reflection of light imperishable centuries. Smell that intoxicates, perfume of idylls, encounters. You attract, 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 moment. And when the time of day goes dark, the spell continues.           Abad MD

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