The simplicity of the beauty of the woman

your delicacy comes from his aroma of rose as that perfume that exhale in the wind, with laugh giltheads of the radiant sun, like his body warm of human female of fragile feeling, out of the plastic of the perdition a alone divine essence of the natural thing, flood of value to feel loved like a swan raises his small ones.

Lift the poetry in a froth humanized in snow, in the bond of a pretty siren, immersed in the clamor of the Venus between the queens celestial of the spring.

Have seen the luminous eyes inside a parchment of the soul of the tenderness, nobody questions so beauty in his chaste body they will have a rose of glory, where his veil that to the air it delivers.