Ana del Moral recites us lovers of Vincent A. Estellés:
There was a two lovers like us.
ferociously loved us from morning to night.
I recall everything as you hang your clothes.
have passed years, many years many things have happened.
Suddenly I still take that wind or love
ground and rolled between embraces and kisses.
not understand love as a kind custom, custom
a peaceful and finery
(pardon us, and the chaste López-Picó).
It awakens suddenly, like an old hurricane
and throws us into the ground, joins us together, pushes us.
I wished at times a love
educated and off the record player, carelessly kissing now,
Now a shoulder after an ear lobe.
Our love is a love rough and wild and have
bitter longing for the land of rolling
between kisses and gripping.
What do you want it clear Elementary, I know.
Petrarch and ignore the ignorant lot.
The stanzas of Riba and Rimas Becquer of .
then lying on the ground in any way,
understand that we are barbarians, and that this should not be
we are not in age, and this and that.
There was a two lovers like us,
car lovers like ourselves are given birth to very few.
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