(1). She, my mouth, makes that sound when she thinks of you, when she thinks she feels you, when she wants you. She, my mouth, believes that there is no one else in this world who can make her confess and open up to love. She, my mouth, is thirsty for you, and although it may be an oasis just by looking at you, if it reveals itself, it will say the crudest words, the truest feelings, the most genuine sensations, you will know by touch its strongest intentions. She, my mouth, is shy, but with you she talks even of the most longed-for fantasies, of her dreams with warm dawns, and when the days turn gray, she, my mouth resists adversity, nor does she want you to think that she cares about trifles. She, my mouth, believes that her greatest mischief is to feel the corner of your lips, she laughs and cries at the same time, dreaming of having some memory that allows her to feel this eternal love.
She, my mouth, lives you every second out of this world, in every song, in every song. (2). They, my lips, are sealed, but if you only tried read them, you would realize that we speak the same language, if you could taste the honey in them you would know the intensity of my words, if you just slide your fingers over it, my mouth, and you will get a little closer, you I'd reveal all my secrets. (3). My skin demands you, what can I say, if even though it doesn't know you, it is can't resist of you. You orient my senses, you leave them with a definite taste. My senses, they no longer want to travel the world without you, no matter how much I keep turning, I cannot take my eyes off, even if you are thousands of kilometers.