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Pablo Neruda

This woman fits in my hands. She is fair and blond, and I wouldcarry her in my hands like a basket of magnolias. This woman fits in my eyes. My gaze enfolds her, my gaze that seesnothing as it enfolds her. This woman fits in my desires. She is naked before the yearningflame of my… Continue reading Pablo Neruda

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