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Bella, como en la piedra fresca del manantial, el agua abre un ancho relámpago de espuma, así es la sonrisa en tu rostro, bella.
Bella, de finas manos y delgados pies como un caballito de plata, andando, flor del mundo, así te veo, bella.
Bella con un nido de cobre enmarañado en tu cabeza, un nido color de miel sombría donde mi corazón arde y reposa, bella.
Bella, no te caben los ojos en la cara, no te caben los ojos en la tierra. Hay países, hay ríos, en tus ojos, mi patria está en tus ojos, yo camino por ellos, ellos dan luz al mundo por donde yo camino, bella.
Bella, tus senos son como dos panes hechos de tierra cereal y luna de oro, bella.
Bella, tu cintura la hizo mi brazo como un río cuando pasó mil años por tu dulce cuerpo, bella.
Bella, No hay nada como tus caderas, tal vez la tierra tiene en algún sitio oculto la curva y el aroma de tu cuerpo, tal vez en algún sitio, bella.
Bella, mi bella, tu voz, tu piel, tus uñas, bella, mi bella, tu ser, tu luz, tu sombra, bella, todo eso es mío, bella, todo eso es mío, mía, cuando andas o reposas, cuando cantas o duermes, cuando sufres o sueñas, siempre, cuando estás cerca o lejos, siempre, eres mía, mi bella, siempre.
Beautiful, like in the fresh stone of the spring, the water opens a wide foam lightning, thus is the smile in your face, beautiful.
Beautiful, of fine hands and thin feet like a silver pony, walking, flower of the world, therefore I see you, beautiful.
Beautiful with a copper nest entangled in your head, a nest color of shady honey where my heart burns and rests, beautiful.
Beautiful, the eyes in the face do not fit to you, do not fit the Earth eyes to you. There are countries, there are rivers, in your eyes, my mother country is in your eyes, I walk by them, they give light to the world by where I walk, beautiful.
Beautiful, your sines are like two breads done of earth gold cereal and moon, beautiful.
Beautiful, your waist made my arm like a river when it spent thousand years through your sweet body, beautiful.
Beautiful, There is nothing like your hips, the perhaps Earth somewhere has hidden the curve and the aroma of your body, perhaps somewhere beautiful.
Beautiful, my beautiful, your voice, your skin, your nails, beautiful, my beautiful, your being, your light, your shade, beautiful, all that is mine, beautiful, all that is mine, mine, when you walk or you rest, when you sing or you sleep, when you suffer or you dream, always, when you are close or far, always, you are mine, my beautiful one, always.
Bad for essays, though. Don't fight forces, use them R. Buckminster Fuller.
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