Yasmín Quílez
La Línea Port
On summer evenings, after sunset, I went down to the harbor with a friend. He had his guitar, I my voice. People were passing and stopped to listen and I, most of the time, I appreciate the specific presence of these. We played until towards evening and just we distinguished nothing except the lights of the city, which became one with the sea.
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