our feet take us to the foot of mt. Fuji
on one side there is the lake that mirrors the ice caps
we walk some more on the southern side
on its majestic threads that fall from the highest peak
flowing water down to the greenhouse
where the reddest strawberry abounds
far from Madrid, no matter how glorious is this experience
the sad eyes of my Dulcinea still speak a lot
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