Life Here and There
Bare feet,
free chest,
bare arms ... here I come
so alone through the streets ...
So hot, so sad
cold soul, tropical ....
In boots
full-bodied breast,
dressed arms ... there she goes
shivering and charming
through the heavy streets ...
soul also frozen
on the coldest morning
of your glacier life ...
I appreciate the cold,
she likes the heat ...
What does she have I desire,
I provide her my fire ...
We only need concertation
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