Precosia, filled with fear,

their black capes tightly drawn,

beyond the tall green pines

The sea darkens and roars,

watching the girl as he plays

Precosia throws the tambourine

The wind sees her and rises,

and arbors of greening pine.

they guard the tall white towers

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from her rhythmic tambourine,

Naked Saint Christopher swells,

and runs away in terror.

where the English consul lives.

of her strange adventure,

along a watery path of laurels and crystal lights.

Gypsy, let me lift your skirt

the sentinels are weeping;

for their pleasu九九藏書re erect

which Precosia does not drink.

falls where the sea whips and sings,

little castles of conch shells

three riflemen come running,

and a shot of Holland gin

Precosia, run, Precosia!

and a muted gong of the snow.

The starless silence, fleeing

with ｒｅａｄ.９９ｃｓｗ.coｍtheir long and glistening tongues.

And while she tells them, weeping,

the wind that never slumbers.

A satyr of low-born stars

But the virile wind pursues her

the wind furiously gnashes

on an invisible bagpipe.

while the olive trees turn pale.

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now makes her way to that house

and berets down over their brow.

Precosia comes.

and have a look at you.

with his breathing and burning sword.

Or the green wind will catch you!

Precosia, run, Precosia!

And gypsies of the water

with tongues of celestial bells

The flutes of darknhttps://read.99csw.comess sound,

against the slate roof tiles.

Precosia comes

Playing her parchment moon

of the English consulate.

And look how fast he comes!

his night filled with silvery swarms.

The Englishman gives the gypsy

a glass of tepid milk

Playing her parchment moon

High atop the mountain peaks

the blue rose of your womb.