Plucked her gasp from an azure dream The dancer is an incarnate song, alluring, She interprets a sublime mystery By her graceful stature of a princess.
The soft tune breaks off the clouds And cracks suddenly like a thunder, Crashes indomitably, full of fire, Which burns feelings and love.
The soft modulation slides again, Asking for caresses and consolation, Nestles on my chest with jealousy Unveiling lust and consummation.
Again she takes momentum obstinately, Sliding softly and submissively, Captivates me with her power of charm, And makes me a worshiper of her altar.
She turns aside with flexible course, And hangs from my neck, in my arms, She is divine in her intoxication, Wandering around me in tides.
She embraces my soul with a horrific dash In the deep whirlpool of unending rhythms And scatters it on her charmer skirt Like drops of light in a delight of blue.