Two nights after Christmas. We are somnolent and turkey-stuffed. The booming draws us to the windows, the flashing lights keep us there. Fireworks! With each explosion, the snow covering Lac Brome lights up. The colours are something out of Breughel, bonfires beyond the trees. The frozen world glitters in the sudden light.
Esperando las magnolias, de nuevo | Waiting For Magnolias, Again
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Esperando las magnolias, de nuevo Estoy esperando a las magnolias Para
sentir el sol y la brisa primaveral Y mis pasos en las callesY llenen sus
troncos de...
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