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Woman is the Eden of life,
sacred source, burning tenderness.
In her skin bloom silent dreams,
in her breast burns an overflowing sun.
She is the breeze that caresses the days,
the refuge in the lost nights,
a whisper that dances in the shadows,
a universe where love is amazed.
She is the river that flows and does not give way,
the force that moves forward, the love that precedes.
She sings life in every heartbeat,
in her laughter resounds the beloved echo.
Woman is the Eden of life,
her essence is a flame never extinguished.
She is forever green, she is forever material,
she is infinite beauty, she is celestial song.