Gorjea el alba sus nácares ,
ondea mis sábanas;
tus toques filtran mis poros,
mi corazón late el silencio.
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Mes paupières palpitent leurs verbes muets;
les cils pivotent vers la lumière.
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The ethereal vortex moves away like wine,
I only have a slight vertigo,
your touch traverses me;
my sensations lighten,
they soften with the light of your ungraspable brow.
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