I Am Air - Soy aire

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I am air

 The door, in love, opened inviting me in. 
I, the air, surround she with my body and dance with her, making it turn around the hinges.



Soy aire

La puerta, enamorada, se abrió invitándome a entrar.
Yo el aire, la rodeo con mi cuerpo y bailo con ella haciendo que gire alrededor de los goznes.

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