Another beauty
Another beauty you have
What bread and bed and table
And more beauty in the world too
No, right? in the cold of the stone, the bronze or the canvas
It's in her eyes, it's in her movement
In every sigh of love
Every hand gesture, each new flavor
Each occasion in which the soul reveals itself
The sun sets on the landscape outside my window
If the phone rings, I already know it's It's her
Of faces and mouths and brands
Of ostentation, of comparison
No need, no No, you are much more beautiful

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