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I don't know what her eyes say or what they intend, but she hypnotizes me when she looks into my eyes, she gets everything she wants, her desire overflows, and when she looks into my eyes I can't resist, I fall into her clutches. No image comes to mind that can say, without compromising the dignity of the style, what they were and what they did to me. Hangover eyes? Come on, hungover. That's what gives me the idea of that new look. They brought with them some mysterious and energetic fluid, a force that dragged people inward, like a wave retreating from the beach on days of a storm. To avoid being dragged away, I held on to other neighboring parts, to the ears, to the arms, to the hair spread over the shoulders; but as soon as I sought the pupils, the wave that came out of them grew, deep and dark, threatening to envelop me, pull me in and swallow me. How many minutes did we spend on that game? Only the clocks in the sky will have marked this infinite and brief time. Eternity has its pendulums; Even though it doesn't end, he never stops wanting to know how long the happiness and suffering lasts.”
