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After strolling through the Cais de Gaia. To drink in the shade of the wineries. To navigate the river in a rabelo for tourists. After slowly swallows the gorge in the afternoon. After the ruins change their dirty gold by a curtain to act. Even after the river also that girt her waist with a silver cold air. At that time the portrait, her notebook was open to the fading light, the village and bridges, the Douro and the washing, peeling the city ya en la noche Cierna; tan abierto como un goal de una cámara un boceto confundiera that greedy con la vida en tránsito.
After strolling through the Cais de Gaia. To drink in the shade of the wineries. To navigate the river in a rabelo for tourists. After slowly swallows the gorge in the afternoon. After the ruins change their dirty gold by a curtain to act. Even after the river also that girt her waist with a silver cold air. At that time the portrait, her notebook was open to the fading light, the village and bridges, the Douro and the washing, peeling the city ya en la noche Cierna; tan abierto como un goal de una cámara un boceto confundiera that greedy con la vida en tránsito. 
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