She walked in, longing
for a tranquil moment.
La lluvia played with
her thoughts, leading her to phases of glory and torment.
Characters flew out of
those fantasy books, embraced her into their world.
She walked in, longing
for a tranquil moment.
El Pájaro took her by
surprise, introduced her to objects of affection and a series of omens.
A formless
blurry image gave her magic cinnamon tarts, brought her to a small cottage.
She walked in,
longing for a tranquil moment.
La Guitarra strummed
out a dark melody, leaving her low yet content.
Life made sense
now. She was prepared for the stage.
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