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Today I bring this beautiful picture I could capture in the gardens of St. James Park near Buckingham Palace,I remember this song that Antonio Orozco...

Alone, spinning memories that speak to you,
alone, the silence that comes spit on me,
weeping and wailing invention
truths that I find that dress.
Up and hide the anguish up to discover that,
by the cowardice that lives in me
weeping quietly and I assume
the mistakes that I know and teach.
It is my loneliness, I stuck to my skin insults,
which I have to scream to learn, is my solitude.
It is my loneliness that do not want to be that of the rancor,
which always leads me to beg
by these verses that taught me and caresses your love.
It is my loneliness that can be seen, which I will learn,
which leads me to always remember
what is the bitter, pure and hard, lonely.
It is my solitude.
I feel cold perfect consolation of fools,
pride of fools, words with no money,
my breath is warm, the sea of my soul in melting ice.
Time, the verses rimando, without losing your kisses,
andalusia remember me, if I suffer
tired and I hope that time will heal
I do know
It is my loneliness that I insult, stuck to my skin,
which I have to scream to learn, is my solitude.
It is my loneliness that do not want to be that of the rancor,
which always leads me to beg
For these verses and caresses your love that taught me
It is my loneliness that can be seen, which I will learn,
which leads me to always remember
What is the bitter, pure and hard, lonely.
It is my solitude.
However much I try, I do not understand.
For more than sorry, although I agree
even when I mess, no more than silent
I remember you.

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