Prince of winter, prince of spring

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Prince of winter was seated at the hallpath of the stars

Prince of spring was promenading by the terraces where the rice grows

And the catamarans passed sailing slowly on the tender loin of cacophonic river.


Princess of winter was changing her lingerie at the light of the roman candles

Princess of spring took a ride by-and-along the blue prairies: 
her white dress floated letting us see her soft buttocks in the counterlight of the dark-grey clouds of December.

And the wind walking quietly loving the fantasms of the volcano's base.

And Neptune, turning up in the dawn.