Estupefacta las veo alzarse más allá de las montañas;
desaparecen en los rayos de sol,
sus alas níveas al límite del vértigo,
rasguean el alba al filo de sus liras
y sus rostros entibian mis pupilas
y sus corazones palpitan en el mio.
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The tones of their language echo in my ears softer than cotton, with the sweetness of their looks and the light of my iris shines their way.
Now they shiver inside their collar, there is not a branch over their heads; they hug to exchange heat. Their feet sink into the snow, the mist becomes denser, when about to faint; a squirrel appears and carried them to his nest.
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