"Sunrise in Hertfordshire , tango" -to Keira Knightley

                                                 

                                         

                                                          "Sunrise in Hertfordshire, tango"
                                                                                 (Tango)
                                                                To "Lizzie" Keira Knightley
                                   "Pride and Prejudice" / Jane Austen / Joe Wright
At the edge of the Aurora ...
When off, the last shadows.
It is projected, his eyes, tears insinuating
through the window, and blinded wet mists
And you, with your question amended,
And this love so late, that you claim.
And a voice sharp, bygone ...
Competing with the chirping of the birds ...

To deny it ... by improperly prejudiced ...
 you gave that opportunity, their disapproval ...
 Still ... with ASSERTING reasons
Perhaps the equivocal fortune, as dilettante ...
This time, you will be given.
It eclipses, your memory a fleeting horizon,
thinking ... that possibility,
 A miracle you turned, old nightmare
with declining chronologies.
 love at your feet, subordinate
as an immature girl feeling ...

Then You will know if it is a false lie,
what your heart weeps inconsolably.
But it's no failing, nothing is
nothing ... Your going to overtake.
If ... We all have, at the end,
in our "active" thwarted love ...
Will this dream the same dream,
that You, in your own dreams, dreamed ...
You discovered that Mr. Darcy, is completely different,
despite their mistakes, fully corrected

In the "ignorant" Aurora, there is a moment,
in clarifying, so confused feelings ...
As a "parenthesis",
"Silence of the piano" ...
and vague silhouette is approaching,
inside the blue haze ...
It will ... Mr. Darcy? ... Walking to my ...
Or is a "ghost of Hertford" ...
Insinuate The ... come here, to confess something ...

However, auto-extorsionarse ... is not required,
 through repentance ...
In your own illusions ...
And so early.
So you're going to run out of "tin" ...
for soldering, the "deep ruts" of your soul.
His heart is completely open to the word,
And with great fervor to receiving ... with open arms
after rejecting his aristocratic aunt, so insolent and vain,
and in your own home ...
See the sunrise in your garden perfumed and flowery ...
and background, hearing the singing of "pianoforte" ...
And with a "great clarity and certainty"
Turn on your light ... so intensely inside ... lucid ...
Although Mr. Darcy .. this, ignore everything ...

Daniel H Guasti / pisulinoal @ yahoo. com. ar
                                                            Daniel H Guasti / pisulinoal @ yahoo, com. Ar