"You can not love her as I wanted, you can not worship in that way,
not know even the slightest warning of his sweet moves, those imperceptible movements of his face.
is as if only to me I would have been granted the privilege to see, to know the real taste of his kisses, the real color of your eyes.
Nobody can never see what I've seen. and less than none.
him, unable to love him, unable to truly see, to understand, de respetarla.
Él no se divertirá con esos tiernos caprichos."
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