Between paradisiacal beaches and sands that whisper eternities,
where the sunrise paints unprecedented canvases,
the air is perfumed with wine on silent altars,
and the breeze caresses memories time dares not profane.
There I found a refuge, my cherished sanctuary,
a secret park where the aged wood
of my bench recites stories never heard,
its cracks are verses that the wind intones to the trees.
Each dawn transforms the sky into an unrepeatable masterpiece,
each shadow drifting among the leaves
is a poem that pulses between light and stillness.
And I, seated, listen:
to the echoes of those who have gone,
the laughter of those who will never return,
and the murmur of my own peace,
like a golden thread suspended over eternity.
This place belongs to no world:
it is my perpetuity contained in an instant,
an altar of wood, sand, and light,
where all that exists is beauty, memory, and whisper.
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