A "Chastelain Coucy"
(XII century)
Oh my sweet girl! ...
He rode like a princess.
As a bright light
It was approaching.
It was already dusk,
I walked to the mill.
It gave me infinite shame,
I shook my legs...
Above his black steed,
dark, as her eyes,
As he passed me,
she smiled ...
It was a stunned moment,
ever, I could imagine this.
If it was illegal ... my desire,
my fervent love for her ...
My excitement today is a dry stream,
and I build my dilemmas.
Now, my destiny embraces a beautiful promise,
and walk like a sleepwalker.
The lucky I handled,
pushes me to talk to her.
The stars light up,
the path of my imagination.
I'm on the way to the Church ...
To ask God for mercy ...
Well, I can not sleep ...
and lose myself in my nightmares.
I pray to my "the beautiful Provence"
That augurs me luck ...
Tano my "lute" in my long nights,
encouraging the Moon ... for my future providence ...
Daniel H Guasti
pisulinoal@yahoo.com.ar
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