ADELAIDE

Army of grapevine
Tells you about this guarded city
And the olive trees gesture you
With their leaning branches.
The oranges opposite you
Singing the wind some songs.
Cover your eyes with your kerchief
Adelaide the green heaven
Is going to offer you a gratuity.

Southerner..
Her forehead is a desert.
Her arms are boon's gardens.
Her breasts are barred mountains
Wooing a bird under the sun.
Her hair is woodlands
The dust is its tint.
And on her feet
There is heavy traffic.
Adelaide..
Its prairies are a flower,
Its streets are like a lit convent
And its lamps are the convent's candles.

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