Se entregaba a él, cada noche, con la misma pasión que la primera, y en cada una de ellas.. moría, para que él, la vida le diera. Al llegar el alba la resucitaba, sus besos calentaban sus venas.. el corazón de nuevo se le aceleraba.. y volvía.. a la vida.. esa vida.. que cada noche.. entre sus brazos perdiera, Se entregaba a él, cada noche, con la misma pasión, que la primera, y.. en cada una de ellas, moría, para que él, la vida.. le devolviera. Le hablaba sin palabras, cómo si el amor, mudo fuera, y utilizaba las caricias.. para que hablaran por ella. Se desnudaba el alma, para que nada, entre ellos se interpusiera, y cuando no podía amarle más.. lloraba, ¡! Quédate con mi vida.. y no, me la devuelvas !!. Se entregaba a él, cada noche, con la misma pasión, que la primera, y.. en cada una de ellas, moría, para que él, la vida.. le devolviera. ¡! Quédate con mi vida.. y no, me la devuelvas !!. no me la devuelvasss… nooo… She surrendered herself to him, every night, with the same passion as the first, and each time... she would die, so that he might grant her life. At the break of dawn, he would bring her back to life; his kisses warmed her veins, her heart would race once more, and she would return... to life— the very life that, each night, she had lost within his arms. She surrendered herself to him, every night, with the same passion as the first, and... each time, she would die, so that he might give her life back. She spoke to him without words, as if love itself were mute, using her caresses to speak in her stead. She laid her soul bare, so that nothing might stand between them, and when she could love him no more... she wept: "Keep my life— do not give it back to me!" She surrendered herself to him, every night, with the same passion as the first, and... each time, she would die, so that he might give her life back. "Keep my life— do not give it back to me!" do not give it back to me... nooo...
