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Sitting looking at the sky 
And after having crossed a year of nostalgias and happy moments, 
Only the love stays 
That continues joining our lives.

They come to the mind 
Every lukewarm caress that our dear beings have given us 
And the displeasures through that we have had to live.

We are in December, month of happiness and joy, 
Of balances and ways that one must take, 
  
Sitting looking at the sky 
And after having crossed a year of nostalgias and happy moments, 
Only the love stays 
That continues joining our lives.

They come to the mind 
Every lukewarm caress that our dear beings have given us 
And the displeasures through that we have had to live.

We are in December, month of happiness and joy, 
Of balances and ways that one must take, 
But always those are 
That invites us to drink 
The embrace of one 

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You said yes, duntos sing songs of pleasure, together we look with love.
You said yes, we take the happy way to be choose to be two and to be one You
said yes, and everything was to feel.
          
You are a pleasure in you, are a gods' dream, which they did to you for my.
You are a company of the sin, to calm my desire, which continues in you.
You are quite, and furthermore.

You dance beautiful, dance non-stop(steadily) the music it(he,she) surrounds you
and you dance close the eyes feeling and you dance dance non-stop(steadily) I kiss
you, embrace you, and you dance we us swear love you swore your love and did not
stop dancing. Of what color is it a feeling?
The this response in the silence in contemplating yourself and to look in knowing
that you exist in being able to think yourself about dusk dreaming a feeling it is a
love but without color only the color that has to feel you

I imagine your hand on my hand, walking looks and travelling loves, imagine my
dreams, always in your dreams giving up myself before your passions, succumbing
before without resisting, I imagine your kisses, his flavor to pleasures and
imagining, I die for loving yourself, because already I love you.ç

I want one of your looks, to frame it with my recollections, to bury her in my
exchequers, want all your looks, to know that you love me, to vibrate to the sound
of your eyes, and not to stop loving you.

Be well, I know well that I am at the back of the pit; that all that that I touch
already I have touched it; that I am a prisoner of an indecent interest; that every
convalescence is a relapse; that the waters are suspended and everything has flavor
to old man; that also the humorism forms a part of the unremovable block; that I do
not do another thing that to reduce the new thing to the ancient thing;  
That I do not try still to recognize who I am; that I have lost up to the
goldsmith's former patience; that the oldness makes highlight for restlessness only
the miseries; that I will never go out of here however much he smiles; that I turn
across for the land as a caged beast; that of so many many ropes that I have I have
finished for pulling the alone one;  
That I me like to bedaub because the mud is a poor matter and therefore pure; that I
adore the light only if it does not offer hope.cvc

Only it is necessary to undress and the lips of color paint land to us; to start
singing close to this great black hole that starts whistling us inside...
Only it is necessary us to impregnate the forehead of dark and deleterious music, to
be prototypes of the death and of the sky buried under our barefooted feet. To walk
of the side of the laconic one, five-peseta coin against the wind in order that we
are declared elements out of any order.