Polished the skin under your roses ... What Rubén Bonifaz Nuño
Polished the skin under your roses
scale, further
lustral stream where my old age due
drink without fill.
The ambition of my tongue, the docile
way mirror in your language.
And here starts the song again. Dressed in rags
here, singing. Again
you, I try;
cover you with glory, decked you with my treasures
beggar.
If you were again, if you were
again, if
memory burning were to get you out of your house
fog, whether again
peel off as hard
almond meat from the skin wrinkles.
snails in your legs,
pleasure of seeing, and hearing the bells
in your legs.
And ábrense and look at me and turn me
the merciful eyes of your feet and your elbows
eyes look at me and opened my eyes
on your shoulders.
And you called me swirl your Bone
navel, and laugh your navel
blues
teeth that love spying and biting me. Today
unbuckled moorings live
waist
phones today fall knots skirt
two columns today and nopal
strip center wave.
ragged, sing and make you rich;
I look at you out of your home.
In my shadow in the dark you look;
follow my shadow at reflux
the hearts of your chest;
hand on your chest, the loan
Florida receives and recompose.
You, my feathers, my snake
full-clawed my eye candy;
my mother's wing that shines in the heart
encenizado.
If you were here again
half shooting of the song.
If you only reach. Lumbre
found my shadow, you have sent
I am, I return
that the three faces of your double
face, your face alone and unique.
and joe jonas 
dulce maria anahi 
alfonso herrera 
ukerman 
Maite Perroni 
cristian chaves 
tailor swift and so ends 
