A Rose And A Toledo A

A rose

Oh, hidden secret jealously hides the white rose of indiscreet eye! At its heart lies the very foundation of all things.

To the sound of a star in the shadow of the moon dancing water the same litany of love and I want from no what, I do not know if I die.

The bull in an angry ríocornea estrellaspor mantle fríodel see if the star does mellauna tear that flows through it.

And the sound of a star in the shadow of the moon dancing water litany of the same without you I do not know what mueroentre one I do not know if I want

Oh, it is still so lonely rosaque and all appeals! What is that thing that looks at both, eventually reduces your craving?

Is not this life, we all have such a conviction, is so conceived, and without such punishment? A bottomless pit that is never full?

A TOLEDO

This gray rock erguidacuán light bull challenges the sky, this patch of my life, this piece of ground ... is the flower that anoints the sun of my desires.

Oh, little piece of history, an ornament of cultures that thrives time. Oh, attic of memory, the dust of your stones weave the vines lost memories.

Key is the night the old island ark of your face, the gold brooch yesterday. ! Oh, if I were the owner of the soul stone that hides your dream!

! Oh, magical retreat where a whiff of nostalgia sheds a halo of goblins and sighs! ! Quirk of fate that would preserve you from death!

On this sad blow estampaa made of magic and poetry. For this sweet trap. For this land of mine that I did it his way ... What would not?