He seems like an angel but he is a devil of love. At the end of hips and his velvet glance, When he leans, when he leans, my nights are white And forever … Hmm I love the notes with honey taste, in Raphael’s first name. I whisper them as I awake, between the feathers of the sleep And so that the day is beautiful, I scent myself with Raphael … Little Skin of sorrow, eternal painter, strange archangel of another sky … No delight, no spark, no mischied without Raphael. Without him the days become boring and my nights are bored more beautiful No concern, no prelude, no eternal promise Just the love in our bed, just our lives in rainbow, Raphael … Seems wise and his words are velvet And of his glance without detour When he tells, when he invents, I can listen to him Night and day … Hmm Four conants and three vowels, that is the name of Raphael,

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