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Granada

La ciudad eterna, resiste. Granada está triste porque no olvida su sino.
Han escrito tanto de ella que leer más es imposible.
Belleza, inspiración. Granada es la poesía hecha ciudad.

 

“Por el agua de Granada, sólo reman los suspiros…”

Federico García Lorca

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