corazón

I went out in the steep cobbled street that runs down to the shore of Corazon Bay.

Craney himself stayed on at Corazon in the cocoa trade, meaning to take up contracts with the French and English agencies.

Yet the first time I saw him again, after leaving him at Corazon, he heaved some at me, but he didn't know it was poetry.

I recollect it was a little cafe in Corazon, where Craney and I sat that evening.

Chamalari, which the Spaniards called El Corazon from its heart-shaped appearance, is similarly destitute of a crater.