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Se quedaba dormida cada noche dejando que Chet Baker le acariciara con sus graves. En realidad su voz desnuda bastaría para llegar al epicentro de su estómago. Le llevaba en volandas a las noches de aquel invierno, el primero de una fila de hormigas. Tumbados sobre la cama comulgando Baker y diciéndose todo sin pronunciar una palabra. Vuelve pronto que no sé cuánto voy a soportar a solas con Chet. I’ve never been in love before. 

She fell asleep every night, letting Chet Baker caress her with his bass. In fact, his naked voice would suffice to reach the epicenter of her stomach. It carried her off on the nights of that winter, the first of a row of ants. Lying on the bed with Baker in the background and saying everything to eachother without a word. Come back soon because I do not know how much I’ll stand alone with Chet. I’ve never been in love before.