Epiphanic silence at the time of love
Your dreams have already set sail
An extract of the perfume of pain
Your wrists face up and towards the sun
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The crazy elephants, the dress, the trousseau
Walking in the mist
That dissipates the heart
The miracles in your body will be
The violets of your blood will live
Over a river in love and in its path
Your gifts should arrive
The candles, the dishes and your happiness
And you don't know whether to stop or rain
And standing over the world at your feet
Your smile that makes us tremble
The world trembles that does not understand in the end
That kiss of life, the subtle melancholy
The moment when you pyre
The spaces where you look
And the drops of your rain will go away
And again in the sequence
Of the petals that fall
The mysteries of chance are discovered
And the hands that are in the flower
The bestial nature of love
Your gifts should arrive
If everything is ends
Everything begins again
The morning that is coming
It is an old sensation
That reflects the mirrors of time
And the girl She is curled up in the corner
It's the girl against the fury of God
Your gifts should arrive
There's not much I have to give you, look
And no you know whether to stop or rain
And standing on the world at your feet
Your smile that makes us tremble
The world trembles that does not understand in the end
That kiss of life, the subtle melancholy
The moment when you pyre
The spaces where you look
And the drops of your rain will go away
And your gifts should arrive
And the drops of your rain They will leave.