Tenes la receta justa para hacerme sonreir

Mystery the moon a hole in the sky ; a supernatural nightlight so full, but often wry. A pair of eyes a closing one, a chosen child of golden sun, a marble dog that chases cars to farthest reaches of the beach. And far beyond into the swimming sea of stars. The cosmic fish they love to kiss ; they're giving birth to constellations. No riffs and, no reservation. If they should fall, you’d get a wish or dedication. May I suggest you get the best for nothing less, than you and I let’s take a chance as this romance is rising, before we lose the lighting. Oh, bella, bella, please. Bella, you, beautiful luna. Oh, bella, do what you do. You are an illuminating anchor of leagues to infinite in number, for crashing waves and breaking thunder. Tiding the ebb and flows of hunger. You're dancing naked just for me ; you expose all memory. You make the most of boundary, you’re the ghost of royalty imposing love. You are the queen and king combining everything ; intertwining like a ring around the finger… of a girl. I’m just a singer, you’re the world. All I can bring ya' is a language of a lover. Bella luna, my bella luna, how you swoon me like no other. May I suggest you get the best of your wish, may I insist at no contest for little you and smaller I a larger chance as this romance is rising, on the brink of our lives. Bella, bella, please. Bella, you, beautiful luna. Bella, do what you do. Bella luna, my beautiful, beautiful moon. How you swoon me like no other.