What was there in the flower you gave me?
Perhaps a filter, An arcane power?
When I touched it, my heart trembled,
The smell disturbed me the thought.
In the vague movements, what do you have?
Does an enchantment perhaps come with you?
The air trembles where you go,
a flower sprouts where it passes your feet.
I don't ask what blissful place
you lived in until now:
I don't ask you if you're a Nymph, if you're a Fairy,
if you're a blond semblance! br/>But what is there in your fatal gaze?
What do you have in your magical saying?
If you look at me, an intoxication overcomes me,
If you talk to me, I I feel like I'm dying!

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