Saturday, November 27, 2010

Which Country Has The Largest Breast Size

Sonatina later

The princess is sad. What the princess?
Sighs escape from her strawberry mouth
That has lost the laughter has faded
The princess is pale gold in his chair
is mute the sound keyboard password;
and forgotten in a glass collapses a flower. The

Puebla's victory garden peacocks
talkative, the owner says something banal,
And dressed in red, pirouettes the Fool.
The princess did not laugh, the princess feels;
Princess pursues the Eastern sky
Dragonfly vague, vague illusion. Will

perhaps the prince of Golconda or China?
Or in which Argentina has stopped his carriage
To see their eyes light sweetness?
Or the king of fragrant pink chairs?
Or is sovereign in which the clear diamonds?
Or the proud owner of the pearls of Hormuz?

Ay! poor mouth princess wants pink
be a swallow, wants to be butterfly wings have
light fly under heaven,
Go to sun light scale lightning Greet
verses lilies May
O lost in the wind on the thunder Tues

no longer wants the palace, or the wheel of silver, not the hawk
happy, or the jester scarlet
not unanimous swans in the lake of azure. And they are sad
flowers for the flower of the court;
The jasmine in the east, the north Nelumba,
From the west the dahlias and the roses in the south. Poor

princess blue eyes!
is imprisoned in her gold, is imprisoned in her tulle,
marble in the cage the royal palace,
superb guarding the palace guards, guarding
hundred negroes with his hundred halberds,
A hound that never sleeps and a huge dragon. Oh

Hypsipyle who was leaving the cocoon!
(The princess is sad, princess is pale)
Oh beloved vision of gold, pink and ivory!
who flew to the ground where there is a prince!
(The princess is pale, the princess is sad)
brighter than the dawn, more beautiful than April!

- Hush, hush, "said the princess fairy godmother,
In the winged horse, is heading toward us,
The sword in his belt and hand the goshawk
The happy gentleman who loves you without seeing you,
And that comes from afar, the conqueror of death
A fire you lips with his kiss of love! Ruben Dario

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