Let me sing the notes,
with uplifted soul,
melodies so beloved
that in time are in uproar.
Boleros of yesteryear sprout
with unbridled passion,
in the starry night,
nostalgia that envelops us.
Songs of love and longing,
whispers of hope,
stories of skin and calm.
In each chord we move forward
towards the sweet bonanza
of a melodic palm.
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