sábado, 10 de junio de 2017
Los gozos de la amada del autor del cuento
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.
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