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Andalucia abril
In the car, in Cordoba, the tiny streets of Cordoba, its special atmosphere, Christinianity (Catholicism?) everywhere, random sentences on the wall everywhere (the 'volando voy' was WEIRD, the hours and minutes right before we walked on it, i was singing it the whole time. I don't believe in faith or higher powers or whatever but it this case I DID), lightreflections (have to catch them. even when there sometimes basicly ugly).
Me llaman el desaparecido
Cuando llega, ya se ha ido
volando vengo, volando voy
deprisa deprisa
rumbo perdido (yo no soy - in my version)
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