A "Guillaume de Marchant" - (XIV century)
Now comes the Sun in the east ...
Girl ... it's time to leave you.
Forget how to think,
along the idle summer day.
The elves are envious,
when I'm with You, in your bedroom.
They do not even consoled by the auspicious dawn
pass the time spying on the sweetness of your face.
He spread the rumor a "page"
that two drunken lovers.
that wander betwen the foliage,
the purest sense.
knot , that never had support
Last star Alba,
climbs upward,
to warn you of the most beautiful ...
The cruel lance becomes weak wicker ...
if that aims to separate.
Perfidious "muse" of the music poor
who passes the "oud" playing.
We are both masters of the future,
nobody objects.
By defaming our sacred feelings,
must face all hardships ...
Prince ... at your feet, a tributary of affection,
With the most promising ...
If wool is made of granite ...
In your gentle hands of Princess ...
Daniel H Guasti
pisulinoal@yahoo.com.ar
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