There are multiple; and all are near there: and for every flower that contemplates in
them, she disappears, as if she, too, could begin to seduce the eyes for the first time
in the environment that separates her from herself; because beauty is poetry; and there
is no poetry that she does not amalgamate like beauty in the flower; do it again then,
and every time that the seduction happens she feels that has never happened before, as
if in the moment she undressed could feel herself in each thing that is not; what seduces,
therefore, is moment, instant, and also knows that what feel be only in what it feels; and
will remain feeling without him.
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