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Women look at us with unsettling eyes, undulating like the sea in a summer storm
Women look at us with unsettling eyes, undulating like the sea in a summer storm, Hiding within their depths a universe of dreams, entwined with longing and starry glimmers, We wonder, what do we desire, to be travelers, lost on paths of love, Where the soul leaves its mark in the fragrances of flowers and gentle breezes? Enigmatic eyes, emerald green, shining like an ocean of hope, Like dark forests in which we wander with yearning, Charmed by the mystery that reveals, little by little, its secrets, In their depths, we seek ourselves, soaring like butterflies towards the sun's rays, What do we wish to find, an immortal charm to carry us in flight to distant lands? With sparkling eyes, crystalline blue, like the clear sky on a spring day, Women touch us with gazes that caress and enchant us, awakening in us the thrill of love, What do we desire, to be strangers in hearts that meet on a magical night, Or to be enveloped by the sacred caress of love, stretching towards infinity? I look at women with eyes of fire, blazing like the flames in the heart of a volcano, Melting us as hot lava pours in a shower of ash and passion, What do we desire, to be pillars and foundations, supporting the grandeur of love, Or to lose ourselves in longings, in dreams of dawn igniting hearts that beat in an immortal rhythm? Women with unsettling eyes watch us, in their depths we dive into the ocean, In waves of emotions and dreams that sway in a delicate dance. What do we desire, to strengthen hearts that resonate in harmony, in their arms, To let ourselves be carried off to a profane Eden, where love embraces us in an eternal duet? They look at us with large eyes, marked by mystery, like a secret hiding in their gaze, A mystery that gradually reveals itself, in the shine of eyes that embrace us with the light of love, What do we desire, happiness or wandering, to find love in their world, eternal and dazzling, In their realm stretching beyond known horizons, in the embrace of a shared destiny? Women look at us with unsettling eyes, in their light finding refuge and hope, Like stars navigating through the darkness of night, searching for the warmth of love that intertwines their fates, What do we desire, to be travelers through their mysterious universe, Discovering constellations of feelings and passions, That weave into an eternal tableau, painted in the colors of love? In their unsettling eyes, we find solace and understanding, the light guiding us through life's labyrinth, Women look at us and discover us, unveiling the secrets hiding in our souls. What do we desire, to be heroes or ordinary people, learning to love and to live, In a dance of flowers, symphonies, and poetry unfolding on the field of life? Women with unsettling eyes look at us, in their light we find and lose ourselves, Like a dream drawing its shapes and colors on the canvas of endlessly flowing time, What do we desire, to be sculptors of love, carving in the stone of our souls faces of angel and demon, Who love each other in a waltz of lights and shadows, until the end of the world?
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