ENGLISH
selected from Don Juan Tenorio
Ah! Isn't it so, angel of love,
that on this remote shore
the moon shines more purely
and one breathes better?
This gentle breeze that roves about, filled
with the simple fragrances
of the country flowers
that this pleasant shore gives forth;
that clear and serene water
that without fear traverses
the boat of the fisherman
who awaits the day singing,
isn't it true my dove,
that they are breathing love?
Unknown "flutterby" Evasive
- 16 years, 11 months, 23 days ago