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On the first day 
she emerged 
with unusual beauty,
embroidered life
with colorful threads
and adorned them with smiles. 
What gentle tenderness!
What seductive sweetness!
On the second day 
she blossomed
with fragrant scents,
life blossomed,
passion blossomed,
love blossomed.
What a delight!
It has conquered my heart!
But on the third day
as the hours passed,
little by little 
the laughter died away,
how life is extinguished
when love dies!
Longings die!
Kisses are orphaned!
What a sad desolation!
Thus ended the week
and in the following four days...
Love was no more,
no trace
neither in the night nor in the day,
that's how it was lived...
Despairing melancholy!
What sad agony!
Calm my soul!
She will return on the first day
and the hope will return
of her sweet misfortune,
of her love,
of only... 
three days!