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I want it changing, mysterious and complex; With two abyss eyes that become fanales; In his mouth a scented fruit and bermeja That distils more honey than the honeycomb. Sometimes we assault a bee sting: A fierce abductions to imperial gestures And surprise in your laugh the pain of a complaint; In your hands, caresses and daggers amounts! And that vibrates, and faint, and cry, and ruja, and …