Prince of winter was sat down at the hallpath of the stars
Prince of spring was promenading by the terraces of rice
The catamarans passed sailing slowly by the tender loin of the cacophonic river...
Princess of winter was changing her lingerie at the roman candles' light
Princess of spring took a ride by and along the blue prairies: her white dress floated letting see her soft buttocks in the counterlight of the dark-grey clouds of December
The wind walked quietly loving the fantasms of the volcano's base.
And Neptune, turning up in the dawn.
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