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LE COEUR BRISE


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Cuando rompa el hervor, se ha roto su Corazon.

The evening breeze struck on
The fancies of us playful minds;
And, in the earnest longings
Of a bucolic evening, the banter
And the dialogue, in their slow canter
Seeks to engulf us in lost yearnings.
Perchance, it fades to disarray
In the eventide of a sweet romance,
When the fair warning of a dark disgrace
Appears like a dead man’s parting grimace.
But there was this girl who, then,
In the excited fancy of that moment
Seemed all undone by her lover
Of two months past, that in clover
She lived with in sin, of lover’s tumult
That she described in her downcast mien.
Mignarde, she felt in her attitude
Towards all reckless men, and for whom
She felt an unspeakable affinity and whim
In presence of the unrest of us all,
And the tedium and the whirl and the squall
That bides its time till it reaches boiling point.
And then, in that moment, the spasms
Started in my heart anew, like the primal spurts
Of first love lost in the reckonings
That addressed an unattainable and hopeless plaything.
But what unfolded at that moment
Only left me in shambles at that unearthly tumult.


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