A oscuras,
se acercan lo tambores,
velas,
pies descalzos
y cera.
Conos,
que dispersos,
sorprenden la mirada,
distraída en el azahar,
en la luz que no se va.
In the dark,
drums get clorer,
candles,
bare feet
and wax.
Cones,
when are scattered,
take your look by surprise,
distracted by azahar,
and the light that doesn´t go.
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