"Para que nada nos separe,
que no nos una nada..."
Francesco Hayez: The Kiss.
Sweeter than roses, or cool evening breeze
On a warm flowery shore, was the dear kiss,
First trembling made me freeze,
Then shot like fire all o’er.
What magic has victorious love!
For all I touch or see since that dear kiss,
I hourly prove, all is love to me.
Henry Purcell. “Sweeter than Roses”, Z. 585 no. 1 (1695), from Incidental Music to Pausanius, the Betrayer of his Country
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