Let me ask you one final question. The people stand in front of me. And my beauty, everything around me, I look for it from head to toe. And from the taste of the lips I dare to feel that from the breath of the air, and from the pales of the sky, from the hidden truth, so from the fire of desire, a woman calls me, makes me happy, makes me happy. Beauty, what are you? A wanderer who destroys, a wanderer who flees. Beauty, what are you? A wanderer who destroys, a wanderer who flees. www.mooji.org
