Alcohol. Bets. Sin.
Welcome to the capital of hell!
Glamour, weddings, paradise!
Welcome to its antonym, heaven!
In the snow, Armijo found, walking
springs and vegetable lanes,
an oasis, sweet discovery!, in the desert,
fountain of crystalline water in that density.
Everything and nothing happens in this limbo,
tall, sumptuous and surprising,
varied, cheerful and excessive.
The echo of voice of myths
resounds, between pieces and coins,
under replicas of collections of countries,
over tablecloths of delicacy embroidered in silk.
The show glitters in fountains,
in the streets, on the stages,
like the crescent moon, produced
in November by bees, glitters.