sábado, 10 de junio de 2017

Los gozos de la amada del autor del cuento

     Era el ser humano perfecto, allá donde se dirigiera la mirada o el pensamiento, en lo descubierto y en lo que se debe tapar, se encontraba belleza, tenerla, ser el dueño de ella en el amor, el propietario de todas esas maravillas era la más grande de las fortunas aun en la casa de un pobre. Al recogerse el pelo, al desnudarse la blusa, al remangarse por el calor la falda hasta casi enseñar las braguitas, parecía que daba luz, como si fuera el Sol o un ente sobrehumano. Su pelo era negro y en lo más secreto de su cuerpo, se rizaba como los pétalos de las rosas y parecía un jardín de la ternura y la pureza, suprema visión de lo bello que la mirada del prejuicio abomina. En un abrazo, se sentía el calor del sentimiento verdadero y quien besaba su rostro ganaba su alma porque era una niña desnuda, sin recovecos para la traición. Su boca tenía la miel de la infancia y su mirada era profunda como el cielo de la noche, su espíritu era infinito y libre y con toda la cordura de un alma alegre y bondadosa. Su sustancia de hembra, delicada y colmada de gracia, regocijaba sin límite como un manantial de encanto que traspasara el pecho.

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The joys of the beloved of the story's author

     It was the perfect human being, wherever the gaze or thought was directed, what was discovered and what had to be covered, beauty was found, having her, being the owner of her in love, the owner of all those wonders was the largest of fortunes even in the house of a poor man. As she gathered her hair, undressing her blouse, as she slipped her skirt through the heat until she almost showed her panties, she seemed to give light, as if she were the Sun or a superhuman being. Her hair was black and in the most secret of her body, it curled like the petals of roses and looked like a garden of tenderness and purity, supreme vision of the beautiful that the look of prejudice abhor. In a hug, one felt the warmth of the true feeling and who kissed her face gained her soul because she was a naked girl, with no nooks and crannies for betrayal. Her mouth had the honey of childhood and her eyes were deep as the night sky, her spirit was infinite and free and with all the sanity of a cheerful and kind soul. Her delicate and graceful female substance rejoiced without limit like a springs of charm that pierced the breast.

©I.D.S. & L.R.G.L.

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