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She can't remember when she turned

her body into song or into an instrument for

that she composed with her touch music not invented yet.

She only knows that moment

opened the doors of all its limits and that

never wanted the water from that spring

would stop flowing. You made lava jump from infinite

dormant volcanoes in my skin and I always hope

that you discover more, that its lava covers everything

what existed before you. That is what

desire, the fire that does not burn and burns the

time, the one who asks from your deepest self

may it never stop consuming you. Chance points

instinct, warns intuition, affirms

desire convinces and you know that everything in your

life leads to the encounter. Your mouth, your sex,

the gates of your body, the gates of heaven

earthly and my mouth, my sex, the keys that

they open it, to give way in the delivery

total, abandoning the defenses, exposing him

everything to another will. Singing naked is converting

the body into music, transform it into the

symbol of total surrender, officiate the ritual

of a priestess who, out of love, breaks

his vows and accepts the death sentence.

Kiss me, kiss me like my mouth

I kissed you, give me the frenzy that my madness gives you

God. I want you to live only for me and that

you go where I go, so that my soul

Be just yours. Kiss me with frenzy, give me

the light that your gaze has and the anxiety that

Between your lips I saw that madness of living

and loving that is more than love, frenzy.

Oh in the kiss I gave you, soul, mercy, heart,

Tell me that you know how to feel the same way I do.

I want you to live only for me and for you to go

where I go, so that my soul may be nothing more

of you. Kiss me with frenzy. Oh, in the kiss that you

Tell me, soul, mercy, heart, tell me what you know how to feel

the same as I feel. I want you to live only for me and for you to go

where I go, so that my soul may be only yours. Kiss me with frenzy.

Kiss me with frenzy. Kiss me with frenzy.

Great, Arica. I think the chorus

It's perfect. It didn't distort, did it?

No, no, it was very good. It was good. Perfect, perfect. Let's go to another one.

I don't think anyone will ever make you feel the way I do.

And I don't care if it's true or not, because

I want to think about it. I also want to want that

You think the same, and that is my truth.

Although I will never ask you, I will give you more than

me every day and I will wait for the answer in your hugs.

When you caress me, I am able to understand everything

and accepts the death sentence.

So that everyone knows who you belong to, with

I will mark you on your forehead with the blood of my veins.

So that they respect you even with their eyes

and know that you are my private property.

Let no one dare look at you with longing

and that everyone maintains a respectable distance.

Because my poor soul writhes with jealousy and

I don't want anyone to breathe your breath.

Because being your owner I don't care about anything else

that I see you only mine, my private property.

That I see you only mine, my private property.

In love, there is no such thing as indifference, nor can there ever be.

Even if the one you love goes away, love remains and does not turn to ash.

If no being is willing to be reborn, love cannot be conjugated in the past tense.

It is present that will always seek to become stronger each time.

A new love always adds to what has been loved before.

No language can express what happens inside when we make love.

When we surrender ourselves naked to the embrace, when they are erased

completely the lines that distinguish your body from mine,

I can't count the flow of thoughts that the

feel even if it only manifests itself as a torrent of intuitions.

The thought and feeling of a second of love are immeasurable.

The city contains you, you are the waiter who makes me coffee

and the customer who takes it, the policeman who orders traffic,

the bookstore clerk, the window dresser

from the clothing store, the passersby,

Even the homeless person who asks for help, you are also the streets that

like, trees, traffic lights, candy stores, park benches,

Everything seems like a reflection of you and speaks to me with your voice.

I will admire you with longing,

and everyone will keep a respectful distance from you.

I see things only through your eyes and

I want to always see them like this, while you kiss me.

My private property.

I see things only through your eyes and I want to always see them that way.

I see the life that is born from your mouth

when you go to kiss me and create it inside me.

While you kiss me.

Hate me for pity's sake, I beg you.

Hate me without measure or mercy.

Hate, I want more than indifference.

Because resentment hurts less than forgetting.

If you hate me, I will be convinced.

I know with insistence that you loved me.

But I am present and in agreement with the experience.

That only what is loved is hated.

But I am present and in agreement with the experience.

That only hates...

the dear.

I see your image in my glass of juice and I drink it in small sips.

I imagine you in everything I can possess.

I want to have you in my body in every way

It is possible that you may be a part of me and remain.

When love rises it is easy to forget that one has suffered before.

But if you don't give up, I'll multiply the suffering again.

What was once total surrender

and possession is now the vertigo of emptiness.

Song of unchained hearts.

Of feelings without breeze.

Taste of time overflowing with joy or pain.

At the height of passion or the abyss of harm.

Happiness of fullness and disappearance of loss.

Jealousy, spite, anger and desire as the

permanently lit and inextinguishable bonfire.

Jealousy, spite, anger and desire as the

permanently lit and inextinguishable bonfire.

She could not feel like anyone's private property.

There was a lot of strength between his hips.

so that no one would be able to possess it all.

Possibly that cage that her husband wanted to surround her with.

would be the cause of her flying impoverished.

Possibly that cage that her husband wanted to surround her with.

It would be the cause of her flying impoverished, feverish.

Feverish, feverish, feverish, feverish.

You undress me, I undress you and feel like the horse of you,

This fatal love, which grips my mind, this fever for you,

These vehement longings, this hellish heat, that embraces my forehead,

forgiving you for all your past and present.

But it can't be, no, going towards you would be, leaving in the path of my life,

the remains of your manhood.

Take away from me, my God, this morbid idea of ​​always wanting it,

above all things.

It turned out very well, very well. With dedication, with dedication, very well.

- Let's move on to the next one, shall we? - Yes.

I eat you one last kiss, wing of all yours, turn off the

flame that I only want to shine completely in you,

in your naked body that cries out with my nakedness,

in my absolute surrender stripped of all clothing, of

any disguise that hides the truth of my feelings.

Take my life with one last kiss, wing that is all yours,

extinguish the flame that I only want to shine completely in you,

in my absolute surrender stripped of all clothing, of

any disguise that hides the truth of my feelings.

And I want to sing to you like this,

without secrets, naked, to be the blank canvas

on which your will paints the world you desire, as you desire.

Be the blank canvas on which you

will paints the world you want, as you want.

Strange mechanism of love, where one wants to possess and surrenders

everything, that wants to take over a body and makes it its owner,

that seems to come as an answer and fills you with questions.

Strange mechanism of instinct, which acts without revealing its reasons and

imposes the government of an unreasonable thing that becomes the greatest truth.

It is necessary to look at the instincts through

accept from his dark word a knowing wink,

It is to expose the contact that calls for desire by its

name and risk putting some meaning into our skin.

We must fertilize the deep strata by choosing to touch

with the same firmness the icy metal or the continuous flame,

without preventing the power of its storm from penetrating to the bone.

Without preventing the power of its storm from penetrating to the bone.

Without preventing the power of its storm from penetrating to the bone.

That is also what leaves you, a fugitive gesture,

the impression that crosses you, the vague sensations,

the casual glance, the barely drawn thought,

a blink, the line that never ends,

the uncertain ones begin, a breath of attention, a

a glimpse of an encounter, a hesitation, a doubt, a wonder.

It is necessary to look at the instincts through

accept from his dark word a knowing wink.

We must fertilize the deep strata by choosing to touch

with the same firmness the icy metal or the continuous flame,

without preventing the power of its storm from penetrating to the bone.

A native encounter, a hesitation, a doubt, a wonder,

without preventing the power of its storm from penetrating to the bone.

A native encounter, a hesitation, a doubt, a wonder,

without preventing the power of its storm from penetrating to the bone.

That is also what leaves you, a fugitive gesture,

the impression that crosses you, the vague sensations...

A native encounter, a hesitation, a doubt, a wonder...

Another man, another delivery, now he wanted to belong,

because that belonging that distanced her from a man

brought her closer until she felt appropriate,

penetrated into her soul by another.

Did he belong to her too?

Would I have to accept that absolute surrender

out of his alone?

Another man, another delivery, now he wanted to belong,

because that belonging that distanced her from a man

brought her closer until she felt appropriate,

penetrated into her soul by another.

Did he belong to her too?

Would I have to accept that absolute surrender

out of his alone?

I bought a ticket to your body,

and when I held it in my hand I saw that it was my soul.

You were still there, but the train passed by again and again.

Next to you, I woke up and you told me that I'm still done.

Intensity.

Intensity in the word.

Intensity.

Intensity is the word.

In love, hate does not mean the same thing.

When you love, hate means longing,

of those first days when a man

contained all the men of the world,

and a woman to all women.

From the days when feeling was infinite,

and a kiss was the measure of all that was created.

Of the hours in which the five senses

become the only currency of exchange.

I have found in your love

the lost faith.

And now my life has a reason.

I don't know if it was the spell of your eyes

who said to your lips

take out his heart.

I know that the thousand kisses I have given you on the mouth

my heart went out.

And they say it is a sin to love you as I love you,

maybe they are right.

What do I care what everyone tells me?

if I don't forget you?

If it is a sin to love you, I will have to live sinning.

because I have to deny it.

I must continue loving you, I will continue kissing you

even if it drives you crazy

until you give me back my heart

that I left you in kisses on your mouth.

When you love, hate means crying.

Of those days first when a man

contained all the men of the world

and a woman to all women.

From the days when feeling was infinite

and a kiss was the measure of all that was created.

Of the hours in which the five senses

become the only currency of exchange

and accepts the death content.

When you love, hate means crying.

Of those days first when a man

contained all the men of the world

and a woman to all women. Like that.

When you're gone

the shadows will envelop me.

When you're gone

with my pain alone

I will evoke this idyll.

Of the blue hours

when you're gone

the shadows will envelop me.

And in the twilight it wanders

from the small alcove

where a tibia

caresses of everything

my arms will seek you out

my mouth will search for you

like the scent of a rose.

When you're gone

the shadows will envelop me.

In the dawns, in the alphabets, on the lips.

Surrendering, deceiving oneself.

Your faces, your whims and your kisses.

Your fickle delights, your quick contacts with the world.

Having reached the pure, motionless center of yourself

and see how you change and call it living.

In everything, in everything, yes.

Except in me, where you survive.

Surrender to the great final truth.

Surrender to what you have to be with me.

Intensity is the word

the one who rules when the world becomes lukewarm.

I seek you to find the brightest light and the purest air

breathing in the melted and confused skins

to have the geography of your body

as the sole destination of all my trips.

Intensity is the word

the one who rules when the world becomes lukewarm.

I look for you to find the brightest light

and the purest air breathing in the deepest skin.

Intensity is the word

the one who rules when the world becomes lukewarm.

I look for you to find the brightest light

and the purest air breathing in the melted and confused skins

to have the geography of your body

as the sole destination of all my trips.

In love, there is no such thing as indifference, nor can there ever be.

Even if the one you love goes away, love remains.

and it does not become ashes, but embers ready to be reborn.

Love does not admit to being conjugated in the past.

It is present that will always seek to become stronger each time.

A new love always adds to what has been loved before.

Even if the one you love goes away, love remains and does not turn to ash,

but rather embers ready to be reborn.

Love does not admit to being conjugated in the past.

It is present that will always seek to become stronger each time.

A new love always adds to what has been loved before.

A new love always adds to what has been loved before.

A new love always adds to what has been loved before.

You kiss me.

Kiss me like my mouth kissed you.

Give me the frenzy.

That my madness gave you.

Who else but me?

Could he teach you the path of love?

When did your pride roll away?

I want you to live just for me.

And you go where I go.

So that my soul may be only yours.

Kiss me with frenzy.

Give me the light that your gaze has.

And the anxiety that I saw between your lips.

That madness of living and loving.

Which is more than love, frenzy.

Oh, in the kiss I gave you.

Soul, piety, heart.

Tell me what you know how to feel.

The same as I feel.

I want you to live just for me.

And you go where I go.

So that my soul may be only yours.

Kiss me with frenzy.

Oh, in the kiss I gave you.

Soul, piety, heart.

Tell me what you know how to feel.

The same as I feel.

I want you to live just for me.

And you go where I go.

So that my soul may be only yours.

Kiss me with frenzy.

Kiss me with frenzy.

Kiss me with frenzy.

Well, spectacular. Spectacular ending.

Song of unchained hearts, of unbridled feelings.

Taste of time overflowing with joy or pain.

Peaks of passion or depths of longing.

Happiness of fullness and despair of loss.

Jealousy, spite, anger and desire as the

permanently lit and inextinguishable bonfire.

Love me or hate me, but stay with me.

Your mere presence is possibility.

Take away my old and new fears.

Inaugurates the future of every moment.

I know I have the power to make your love reborn.

Give me the door of your mouth so that I may make you drink it

certainty that no one can give you more than me.

I can't understand you, I can't understand you.

Oh, crazy heart.

I can't understand you, I can't understand you.

Neither does she.

I can't explain how you can love them.

So quietly.

I can't understand how you can love two women at the same time.

And not be crazy.

And not be crazy.

Even if the one you love goes away, love remains and does not turn to ash.

If you have not been willing to be reborn,

love does not admit to being conjugated in the past tense.

It is present that will always seek to become stronger each time.

You have me at your feet.

A new love always adds to what has been loved before.

Oh, I don't know.

I don't know, I don't know.

Oh, oh, oh.

I don't think anyone will ever make you feel the way I do.

And I don't care if it's true or not, because I want to think about it.

I also want to believe that you think the same.

And that's my truth.

Although I will never ask you, I will give you more of myself every day.

And I will wait for the answer in your hugs.

I don't think anyone will ever make you feel the way I do.

I see things only through your eyes and I want to always see them that way.

I see the life that is born from your mouth when you go to

kiss me and create it inside me while you kiss me.

I see things only through your eyes and I want to always see them that way.

I see the life that is born from your mouth while you kiss me.

I don't think anyone will ever make you feel the way I do.

I don't think anyone will ever make you feel the way I do.

I don't think anyone will ever make you feel the way I do.

I think he doesn't give his mouth,

that he doesn't deceive himself with black betrayal.

Although he is human and she does want him.

And I prefer it almost as much as I do.

Just thinking about it my soul reveals itself.

And if it's not mine, never both of us, from woman to woman.

We will fight to see who wins.

And so he remains with his sweet love.

And if he manages to overcome me in my agony.

I could use my resources as they should be.

I take him in my burning arms with kisses of death.

I hold him close, I trust him in my arms and I make him feel it.

That woman to woman we will fight it.

And so I remain triumphant with him.

From woman to woman.

Perfect, perfect, perfect.

You made my strength, my power grow and it stayed with me in front of the world.

I knew it while I had you, I forgot it when you stopped loving me.

And I noticed it again when I began to recognize you and recognize myself.

When the desire for you led me to other desires where I seek you.

You loved me and said that you contemplated my skin

stories like on a movie screen.

I also learned to see sequences in yours

where everything was more real than reality itself.

While we were made love, I could see the creation of the world.

Life springing from nothing.

When you caress me I am able to understand everything.

Don't come looking for me, don't come worrying me.

That I still love you the same or more than yesterday.

It is true that looking at you has given me great pleasure,

The least I expected was to see you again.

Since I met you, you have hurt me so much,

that if I haven't killed myself it's out of respect for you.

There is someone I hate, that woman who loves,

But I don't even want to see her the way I am.

I know you're saying that the day you want it

You have me at your feet begging you to love me.

It's true that I love you, but I'm still ashamed.

and if I come back with you, may God punish me,

May God punish me, may God punish me,

May God punish me.

Perfect.

The center of the disc, if the disc is called Tear Me Out,

Take a chance, here we are, Take my life away.

Let's go.

On these cold nights, with a harsh winter breeze,

the complaints of the suburb reach my room.

On these cold nights, with a harsh winter breeze,

Tear my life away with the last kiss of love.

Tear it out and take, take my heart.

Take my life and if you just died,

May that fill you with the pain of not seeing me,

because in the end I will take your eyes with me.

The song you asked for, I'll sing it to you.

I carried it in my soul and I'm going to give it to you.

I carried it in my soul, I kept it hidden and I'm going to give it to you.

Tear my life away with the last kiss of love.

Tear it out and take, take my heart.

Take my life and if pain fills you

It must be that you don't see me,

because in the end I'll take your eyes with me.

Here, in the dawns, in the alphabets, on the lips.

Surrendering, deceiving oneself.

What did you like most about it?

Oh? Bad, huh?

A little, yes.

Good, eh?

And she does this to you too?

All the time.

Oh yeah?

Let's see.

Your faces, your whims and your kisses.

Your fickle delights, your quick contacts with the world.

I have reached the pure and moving center of yourself.

And see how you change and call it living.

In everything, in everything, yes.

Except in me, where you survive.

Surrender to the great final truth.

Surrender to what you have to be with me.

There can be no measure in love.

How do you measure the immeasurable?

No language can express what happens inside when we make love.

When we surrender ourselves naked to the embrace.

When the lines that distinguish your body from mine are completely erased.

Nor can I tell you the flow of thought that feeling unleashes,

even if it only manifests itself as a torrent of intuitions.

The thought and feeling of a second of love are immeasurable.

Do they love me? I don't.

Do I want it? They don't want me.

It is the chain with which love seems to imprison her.

Would you have to accept that absolute dedication was only on your part?

She could not feel like anyone's private property.

There was a lot of strength between his hips.

so that no one would be able to possess it all.

Possibly that cage with which her husband wanted

surrounding her would cause her to fly into a fever.

Feverish!

Another man, another commitment. Now he really wanted to belong.

Why that belonging that distanced her from a

man brought her closer until she felt appropriate,

penetrated into her soul by another?

Do they love me? I don't.

Do I want it? They don't want me.

Do they love me? I don't.

Do I want it? They don't want me.

Do they love me? I don't.

Do I want it? They don't want me.

I don't want to.

Do I want it? They don't want me.

Oh!

He was recording the album of his life and he was recording it with his life.

Each furrow contained a piece of his skin, a shiver of his soul,

a tremor of summit in his amorous encounters.

One day it might be a ravine where his instinct would drain.

They were just the foundations awaiting further arrangements.

But those simple bases contained the foundations of his existence.

Kissing me on the mouth you told me, only death can separate us.

And the kiss you gave me was so deep that it chained my affection.

What is my fault if other loves tear me from your lips, traitors?

What is my fault for loving you so much if it was your mouth that taught me?

In a kiss in life, in your arms death, I

fate has decreed and yet I prefer to see you.

In a kiss in life, I gave you and you lied about it.

And if yesterday your forgetfulness hurt me, today your love will kill me.

Desire.

Excitement.

Plateau.

Orgasm.

And resolution.

Desire.

They love me, I don't want to.

Excitement.

I want, they don't want me.

Plateau.

They love me, I don't want to.

Orgasm.

I want, they don't want me.

And resolution.

Horizontal is the night at sea.

Large trembling mass lying on the ground.

Defeated on the beach.

They love me, I don't want to.

I want, they don't want me.

It is the chain with which love seems to imprison her.

Horizontal is the night at sea.

Large trembling mass lying on the ground.

Defeated on the beach.

He was recording the album of his life and he was recording it with his life.

Each furrow contained a piece of his skin, a shiver of his soul,

a tremor of summit in his amorous encounters.

One day perhaps it would be a ravine where his instinct would drain,

But those simple bases contained the foundations of their existence.

Look, cut off these evils, the painful anxiety that tires me.

Hey, I, I idolize you, even when your contempt punishes me.

When the frost asks for your pain.

When you're tired of suffering.

I have a heart to love you.

The nest where you can live.

The white tulle couch will await.

Your exquisite abandonment of woman.

I enjoyed kissing you.

I, I taste loving you.

And I will make your whole being throb.

I don't think anyone will ever make you feel the way I do.

And I don't care if it's true or not, although I'm never going to ask you,

I will give you more of myself every day and wait for the answer in your embrace.

Song of hearts unleashed by sown feelings.

Taste of time overflowing with joy or pain.

Peaks of passion or depths of longing.

Happiness of fullness and despair of loss.

Jealousy, spite, anger and desire as a permanent bonfire.

Unfortunately lit and inextinguishable.

Singing naked is turning the body into music,

transform it into the symbol of total surrender.

Ritual officer of a priestess who breaks her vows for love

and accepts the death sentence.

I enjoyed kissing you.

I, I taste loving you.

And I will make your whole being throb.

Taste like me? Are you okay now?

Taste like me?

Ok.

There it goes.

We enjoyed this love for a long time.

Our souls came so close like this

that I keep your flavor,

but you also carry the taste of me.

If you denied my existence in your life

It would be enough to hug you and talk.

I gave you so much life

that you already have the flavor of me.

I don't pretend to be your owner.

I am nothing, I have no vanity of my life.

I give what is good, I am so poor that I can give nothing else.

More than a thousand years will pass, much more.

I don't know if eternity has love,

but go just like here,

in your mouth you will carry the taste of me.

By analyzing the brain activity of dozens of patients,

The researchers observed how the auditory cortex,

responsible for processing sounds

and the reward circuit responsible for emotions,

they lined up while listening to music.

I want nothing more than to be on your body

like a lizard in the sun on days of sadness.

The broken cry dissolves in the air.

At the foot of the statues, the ivy returns

and your hand searches for me on the skin of your belly

where I sleep stretched out.

Desire to leave behind anecdotes,

dresses and caresses, to arrive,

going through everything that changes in you,

to the naked and the enduring.

I have a burning desire to return to your side,

to have you in my arms.

I also long to kiss you on the mouth,

even if he commits sin.

They are the greatest desires,

They are the greatest desires that I feel for my good.

If it weren't for these pleasant anxieties

that fill my soul with fervent hope,

I would live dragging heavy chains

and suffering for you, and suffering for you from the deepest part.

Pain.

Well, the grand finale, the grand moment to close the album.

Hi Monica!

I love your nakedness because naked you drink me with your pores,

as water does when I submerge myself between its walls.

Your nakedness knocks down my limits with its heat,

opens all the doors for me to guess you,

He takes my hand like a lost child

that in you will leave his age and his questions still.

Your sweet and salty skin that I breathe and sip

It becomes my universe, the creed that nourishes me,

the aromatic lamp that I raise being blind,

when desires bark at me next to the shadows,

when you undress me with your eyes closed,

you fit in a defeated cup of my tongue,

You fit in my hands like the necessary bread,

You fit under my body more fully than its shadow.

Chaste diva, chaste diva,

Argentine account,

cost sacre,

cost sacre, cost sacre antique,

cost sacre, cost sacre antique,

cost sacre, cost sacre antique,

cost sacre, cost sacre giant,

without cloud, without veil.

On these cold nights,

of harsh winter wind,

They come to my room

the complaints of the suburb.

Tear my life away

with the last kiss of love,

tear it off and take it,

take my heart,

take my life

and if pain fills you,

It must be from not seeing me

because in the end I will take your eyes with me.

The song you asked me for

I'm going to sing it to you,

he carried it in his soul

and I'm going to give it to you.

He carried it in his soul,

he carried it hidden

and I'm going to give it to you.

Tear my life away

with the last kiss of love,

tear it off and take it,

take my heart,

take my life

and if pain fills you,

It must be from not seeing me

because in the end I will take your eyes with me.