Walks intoxicated with the antelopes

Clung to the land until the blood walked until the palm tree of God cried beneath the western swords.. Oh palm tree of God bring the shirt of the fallen one hidden. A messenger to the land in the waters perhaps the absent hear perhaps the loyal pirates yearn for the palm trees. They come for the stolen pearls oh land oh land do not open a balcony for crying... open fire with your eyes towards the invaders open for the fleeing salvation open and prepare prepare for the sadness of the book its ignitions in strange seas prepare a canopy for him that does not lean and bring the dinner of love in the light of your breasts with oil and ginger this pursuer, this beautiful fallen one the election of the mirrors oh palm tree of God what do you see on the horizon