Y s贸lo quiero cinco cosas,
cinco raices preferidas.
Una es el amor sin fin.
(...)
La quinta cosa son tus ojos,
no quiero dormir sin tus ojos,
no quiero ser sin que me mires:
yo cambio la primavera
por que t煤 me sigas mirando. Pablo Neruda
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