Stone walls under golden sun, Stories of the old world never done. Footsteps echo in the square, Centuries still breathing there. Taíno whispers, ocean foam, Ships once searched for distant homes. Now we look with modern eyes, And let the hidden past arise. Chorus History wakes up when you see, The island living in memory. Every road, every shore, Opens like a secret door. History wakes up in the light, Through XR day and VR night. Past and future, hand in hand, Rise together from the land. Bridge Ask the guide, the AI knows, Where the river of culture flows. Look again, the walls can speak, The island gives you what you seek.
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