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Peaceful you look, young Doncel,
While reading the book of poems
maybe to you wrote your beloved
in Granada, land of the infidel.
Before you hurt Moor
And the vast plain of Granada
regase your blood the green grass ...
Your thought was for her
A sweet lady who caught your attention.
Selfless mother love lover ...
Where did you leave? What was his name?
Why anonymous? Why forgotten?
They beggars at the door looking after
Wrapped for cartons and delivered to the wine,
That night remorse assail you
scaring your pillow sleep and
has not place in your heart to forget.
insist these poor creatures, cracked voice
And bet on it a thousand bottles of wine
that in the quiet cathedral at dawn,
the wedding march from Mendelssohn rang in the body
and swear by their dead and their living
that you saw in the altar with your loved
One, misunderstood poet,
to drown his sorrows in alcohol.
Evicted by his wife and children
so recounted the scene:
"The high windows, shine at night.
important guests, filled the cathedral
hear from Craving Doncel, "Yes, I '
That the beautiful bride give honor and happiness.
When the organ is silent, the Child of says:
"I Noble, thou, plebeian, I can not marry you!
To abide by the rules, to my regret, I must "
His eyes, before serene, filled with tears
The bride, humiliated, throws her bouquet to the ground
Alma wound Off door and escape
pouring through the streets bitterness
The sound of his footsteps rebounds in houses
Hundreds of bats emerge the recesses
clouds in the sky fled swift and raise
Swirls paper and dead leaves in the square
A cross owl air and lands on a branch
The night hides the lady, no one can find it "
And poet looks at me with glassy eyes,
tremula stands a finger and declares:
"The lineage of Arce, removed the girl"
FIN
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