A certain beautiful woman was shaving her hair,
up to her navel with her sleeves rolled up,
her legs wide open, and sitting
on a wide and spacious chair.

Looking at him she was very joyful,
after she was already very well shaved,
and being teased, carelessly,
stuck her finger inside the thing.

And as she wiggled her hips,
to the used lure responding,
she gave it a certain taste.

But as he knew it wasn't really true,
said: "I'm a fool! What am I doing?
This is not the wood of this fire".

Lucía Martínez.
Umbría of red silk.

Your thighs, like the afternoon,
go from light to shadow.
The hidden azabaches
darken your magnolias.