more than beautiful
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Original in Spanish
“She is beautiful,” they told me. I thought in silence: beautiful and still, like moonlight; beautiful and sweet, like a summer afterglow; beautiful and simple, like a melody.
I wanted to go and see you. Ah, how wrong I was, how far from imagining you!
You were much more than beautiful: you were divine. My heart was renewed in you, like fire in fallen leaves.
I will not be able to forget those little points of light that shone in your eyes, black pearls on mother-of-pearl, merciless daggers…
I will not be able to forget the wide, sincere smile of your red lips, nor the expression of fear and anxiety they drew…
I will not be able to forget the gentle swaying of your body, the cadence of a rose, when you danced…
I will not be able to forget you, beautiful. Nor do I want to.