for Corredo Her round eyes are like singers and actors sing songs and perform her lashes and brows raindrops of sadness preventing it from penetrating the mind her soft, straight nose is on a snowy highway her ruddy cheeks are the color of frontier ocher her lips are smooth as the peel of an unripe peach, there is a feeling of swelling that is not painful her hairs are "S" to one side other side, "I" like a falling falls without fear, cover her shoulders her shoulders, trained by swimming, point toward the sky her neck is neither thin nor thick supporting her forehead Above all She has all things about Love: saying the riposte of passionate and strong waves.