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Despacio

Despacio míreme a los ojos
Despacio hágame reír 
Despacio hagamos travesuras 
Despacio no deje de sonreír.

Despacio cuénteme su historia 
Despacio tóqueme la piel
Despacio planeemos aventuras 
Despacio con sus ojos de miel.

Despacio cuénteme un cuento 
Despacio busquemos la casualidad 
Despacio míreme en las noches
Despacio que tengo miedo a la oscuridad. 

Despacio ilumine mis mañanas 
Despacio tomemos el sol 
Despacio la crema por tu espalda 
Despacio en cualquier rincón.

Despacio sentir un beso
Despacio quiero nueve mil más 
Despacio ver La Luz de tus ojos
Despacio quedarse a disfrutar 

Despacio pasemos la noche
Despacio apaguemos el celular
Despacio encendamos fuego en el alma
Despacio los dos para disfrutar.

Despacio cada pedazo de tu cuerpo
Despacio tu alma también 
Despacio mientras me miras intenso 
Despacio en mis manos se siente tu ser

Despacio tóqueme el cabello 
Despacio cuídeme el corazón 
Despacio que parecemos ajenos 
Despacio a la hora del amor. 

Despacio encontremos ternura 
Despacio vivamos intensidad
Despacio una que otra aventura 
Despacio por la eternidad. 

Despacio nos iremos lejos 
Despacio perderemos el control 
Despacio se apagan las emociones 
Despacio se muere el corazón.

El mundo es muy rápido para todo lo demás 
Despacio vivamos lo que tengamos que vivir.
Despacio también tu alma se pierde
Despacio que es la hora de partir

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