Guimaraes Photographer

Elena Z.

Here is an old castle, its walls are strong,
And everything here is imbued with the imperishable spirit.
A pipe as a symbol of male beauty,
On the roof sticking out, someone's gray dreams.
The nuns themselves making the sign of the cross,
Shyly covering his eyes with a handkerchief.
And in the house in front of that castle under a,
Creaks under Ramiro weary bed.
Cap your night he eyebrows pulled down.
In dream on wife pace I dropped it off.
But it left a void waiting-
Surely his wife is cheating on him?
"But who is this insolent and vile brat?
My krutovato Rose stole!
Can it be true this is a clever scoundrel Joan
You took my Rose to your couch?"-
The owner runs to the kitchen for a foil.
The bummer is waiting the poor Ramiro:
The old rapier broke off the end.
"The whole life is derailed! That's what I waited for...
Holy intercessors, reduce my fervor,
So I accidentally killed someone!"-
In search of Roses, losing shoes,
Our hero wanders like a lame horse.
Here is the old castle, the moon is shining...
-Oh Rosa! Poor thing, are you alone? -
The wife is to dissolve the hair,
Pipe fixing immodest eyes...
Ramiro, Ramiro...What a fool!
But before you put the cap on your eyebrows
And in a dream of falling, hoping soon,
You'll keep your wife warm.