by Jorge Aliaga Cacho
I heard that song
memories come over to me.
River, sun, strawberries, sailboats.
Sokol, your body's
mysterious landscape,
pounding incessant moans,
пожалуйста.
And you rule my senses
because you are my Princess,
a single kiss from your lips
made me your prisoner,
a happy prisoner,
an eanamoured prisoner of love.
memories come over to me.
River, sun, strawberries, sailboats.
Sokol, your body's
mysterious landscape,
pounding incessant moans,
пожалуйста.
And you rule my senses
because you are my Princess,
a single kiss from your lips
made me your prisoner,
a happy prisoner,
an eanamoured prisoner of love.