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In the midst of dreams so sweet and inviting

In the lightning of the sky and in the azure evenings,

I saw love in real deeds,

And the taste of passion again melted on the lips.

Among the mountains, the stream of thoughts and despondency,

I contemplated such indescribable happiness,

The soul was torn and thrilled in abundance,

And my pain asked again for voluptuousness.

I saw a light fragrant and tender,

What came from your eyes and heart,

And I was drowning in love from now on hopelessly,

He took off like a whirlwind into the sky like a bird boldly.

Your footsteps reverberated and nourished again

And the voice immediately penetrated extremely deeply,

From the look, the sigh, I understood at a glance,

And felt you and heard you too far.

And let no one believe in our happiness,

And constantly convinced of the inexpediency of this,

I melted again when I kissed and took my wrist

And I would trade the world around for our minute conversation.