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I well know that the quality of the image is really low, but it's a scanned picture from a damaged photo; and i well know that is just and still another sunset view...but i really like the colours and the mood of that view.
It remind me to the wonderful 10 days spent to the Islas de la Bahia, 11 years ago, before that the great touristic villages all-inclusives were built and before that thousands and thousands of tourists from Europe and North America invaded that small islands.

Its were a small kingdom for backpackers, long white beaches, people from all the world, bungalows on the beach for few Us dollars, nice restaurants and a great tradition every evening.
A half hour before the sunset hundreds of girls and boys went to West End beach, where there were a dozens of bars built on palafittes (for the sand flies!); good music, good european beers, appetizers and every given evening a multicolor sunset really long and large.

I visited many other countries on the Tropics and the Equator, but i never saw again others beautiful sunsets as in Honduras and the same fantastic mood.
When the sky was changin' colours and the sun felt down in the Ocean there was a big silence, and when the dark was came there was a long applause!

*Scanned image*

Sane, sane, theyre all insane,
Firemans blind, the conductor is lame
A cincinnati jacket and a sad-luck dame
Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands

Said roar, roar, the thunder and the roar
Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more
The moon in the window and a bird on the pole
We can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands

Said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams
Going up to harlem with a pistol in his jeans
A fifty-dollar bill inside a palladins hat
And nobodys sure where mr. knickerbockers at

Roar, roar, the thunder and the roar
Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more
Moon in the window and a bird on the pole
Can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands

I said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams
Going up to harlem with a pistol in his jeans
A fifty-dollar bill inside a palladins hat
And nobodys sure where mr. knickerbockers at

Shine, shine, a roosevelt dime
All the way to baltimore and running out of time
Salvation army seemed to wind up in the hole
They all went to heaven in a little row boat
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands

By Tom Waits

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