

Romance de Rosa y JoaquinRomance de Rosa y JoaquínRomance de Rosa y Joaquin
En la bóveda celeste la luna redonda y baja brillaba sobre los techos de una hacienda lejana. El aire estaba tranquilo en la plazuela enlunada. Murmuraban por las tejas los grillos y las cigarras.
Desde el cielo pensativo la luna les alumbraba los faroles apagados en la plazuela cerrada.
Junto a la fuente serena en el centro de la plaza, Joaquín estaba sentado, cantando por su guitarra. En sus manos anhelantes, las cuerdas negras cantaban y sonaba cada nota
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I caught sight of her...I caught sight of her along the road From solitude to bliss. There was a shady spot to rest,I caught sight of her...
And she was hard to miss.
She was a truly beautiful maid, A sight for weary eyes,
And it seemed that her own loveliness She didn't realize.
Her silhouette was a delight,
Like that of a guitar.
In proportions, she was the finest That I'd beheld by far.
She looked across the grassy field
With a meditative gaze, While I looked on with dewy eyes That wobbled in a daze.
Caring not what her friends were like Or who her pa
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~Aerawen
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"I tried to keep an open mind, but my brain kept falling out!"
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