The one I love the most is her, I can be sure, as sure as I am going to die.
The flower-like nymph of those days, now only the dead leaves are left to return to their hometown: pale, mixed It's vulgar, bloated... The flesh in her belly belongs to someone else.
But I love her
, she can be slender, she can be shrivelled, she can do anything,
but I just look at her
with all the tenderness, and it comes to my heart..."
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