Marco Rivero we recite Give me your hand, JS Papasseit.
Give me your hand to the banks that will be very
seaside
beating,
have the measure of all things
only tell us that we love.
The boats away from the sand and take an air
loyal and discreet, we will look
;
new routes will look to slow grasping distracted gaze.
Give me your hand and sheltered
cheek on my chest, and not fear anyone.
give us shade and palm trees. And
gavines sota el sol que lluu
ens portaran la salabror que amara,
a l'amor, tota cosa prop del mar:
i jo, aleshores, besaré ta galta;
i la besada ens durà el joc d'amar.
Dóna'm la mà que anirem per la riba
ben a la vora del mar
bategant;
tindrem la mida de totes les coses
només en dir-nos que ens seguim amant
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