There were two lovers like to nosaltres.Feroçment loved us from morning to remember as you hang it nit.Tot roba.Han the past years, many years, many things have happened.
Suddenly I still take that wind or love embraces and rolled on the floor between besos.No understand love as a custom friendly, as usual peaceful and finery.
It wakes of sobta, com un vell huracà,i ens tomba en terra els dos, ens ajunta, ens empeny.
Jo desitjava, a voltes, un amor educati en marxa el tocadiscos, negligentment besant-te,ara un muscle i després el peçó d'una orella.
El nostre amor és un amor brusc i salvatge,i tenim l'enyorança amarga de la terra,d'anar a rebolcons entre besos i arraps.
Què voleu que hi faça! Elemental, ja ho sé.Ignorem el Petrarca i ignorem moltes coses.
Les Estances de Riba i les "Rimas" de Bécquer.Després, tombats en terra de Either way, understand that we are barbarians, and that this should not be, we are not in age, and this and that.
There was a two lovers like us because we are lovers as well just given birth.
Vicent Andres Estellés.
