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Tirame al telefoon si quieres saber de mi vale, hablemos y te digo klkk. White bells with pendulums of anise, Harmonies of glass where my lips become puppets, And take me to a gentle river of warm current, Where i dream with seeing your gaze. But i refuse to open my eyes again, Because of the infinite world called kiss, Where a meager second has a life of happiness, And the only language is the rose with your skin. Let me find the rhythm that lies between your ribs, But it feels as i touch your hands, And expands with every breath, Leading me back to your mouth. So no matter how much i separate my eyelids, i will return to the place in the middle of your smile, But not before admiring your face, And thus have a reason to return. Rcdo