Are you leaving for the countryside, my dear friend! What gift can I offer you upon your departure…? Only a sad and tender farewell Is all my love can give you, sweet María!
Slowly, you were becoming indistinguishable from it all. it only took a glimpse for it to paralyse you i would have guessed you froze time again if it weren’t for the golden dust particles dancing in the sweet summer silence
Our happiness is given by God alone, And by strong arms and fingers is not won; When heaven refuses thee fair fortune’s smile Thy bravest efforts cannot her beguile;