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When, with closed eyes, on a hot afternoon, / The scent of thine ardent breast I inhale, / Celestial vistas my spirit assail; / Caressed by the flames of an endless sun.
A langorous island, where Nature abounds / With exotic trees and luscious fruit; / And with men whose bodies are slim and astute, / And with women whose frankness delights and astounds.