Princess of Curves, Of lineage that crosses the ocean and time, You carry in your soul the breeze and the wind. My Brazilian Pocahontas, light of my gaze, Rare beauty that came to enchant the world. In the guitar-like curves that life has drawn, Pure art exists where my heart found itself. Each of your contours is a verse in harmony, A sweet and captivating poem. Your soft little belly, an invitation to affection, Makes me want to bite, very slowly, In a sweet, skin-to-skin caress, My companion, my girlfriend. And that full, red, seductive mouth, That bewitches me and devours me... Makes me want to kiss without end, And in the honey of that kiss, to drown forever. Brunette with sweet features, with a striking essence, Your body is a temple, your embrace is an instant. Between Japan and Brazil, in your embrace I found myself, The most beautiful woman I have ever desired.