I made a mountain-brook my guide Thro' a wild Spanish glen,
And wandered, on its grassy side, Far from the homes of men
It lured me with a singing tone, And many a sunny glance,
To a green spot of beauty lone, A haunt for old romanc...
Twenty years go by on noiseless feet, He returns, and once again they meet, She exclaims, "Good heavens
and is that he
" He mutters, "My God
and that is she
Enough of love
Let break its every hold
Ended my youthful folly
for I know That, like the dazzling, glister-shedding snow, Celia, thou art beautiful, but cold
Lovely dainty Spanish needle With your yellow flower and white,
Dew bedecked and softly sleeping, Do you think of me to-night
Shadowed by the spreading mango, Nodding o'er the rippling stream,
Tell me, dear plant of my childhood, Do...
Sucede que me canso de ser hombre
Sucede que entro en las sastrerías y en los cinesmarchito, impenetrable, como un cisne de
Navegando en un agua de origen y ceniza
El olor de las peluquerías me hace llorar a gritos