En nuestro amor cupieron las cuatro estaciones.
El estallido sordo de la primavera dorada.
El vuelo de los pajaros y todas sus canciones.
El ver llegar de pronto la caricia esperada.
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When I was little
I remember those Carnival afternoons
Stretching to infinity;
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It was a house; we made it a home. No curtains
To hide from the neighbors our petty sins. What,
The furniture is so simple:
A bed to make love, a table to draw,
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If I were American
maybe emotions
would be strong
as in the movies
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