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ALTAIA Don’t Cry For Me<\/h3>\n

Her eyes are closed but sleep won\u2019t come. Never mind her days are more like dreams lately. She\u2019s left the window open and sheer white curtains play like tendrils in the last gusts of\u00a0El Pampero.<\/em> After he has swept the avenues and rustled the ripe jasmine groves spilling petals like a summer snow. After he has cooled the courtyards of the convertillos and fluttered the hems of the last two dancers. He moves in time to the sighs of the sun-drenched pavements and through the narrow corridors of San Telmo picking up all that sweat and sorrow and bittersweetness to kiss her cheek goodnight.<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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