What was there in the flower you gave me?
Perhaps a filter, An arcane power?
When I touched it, my heart trembled,
The smell disturbed me the thought.
In the vague movements, what do you have?
Does an enchantment perhaps come with you?
The air trembles where you go,
a flower sprouts where it passes your feet.
I do not ask what blissful place
you have lived in until now:
I do not ask you if you are a Nymph, if you are a Fairy,
if you are a blonde semblance! br/>But what is there in your fatal gaze?
What do you have in your magical saying?
If you look at me, an intoxication overcomes me,
If you talk to me, I I feel like I'm dying!

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