Pastor
love with your whistles woke me from deep sleep;
You, you did stick of wood that they tend
powerful arms, turns his eyes
my pious faith ,
as I confess my love for
owner and the word of commitment to follow your sweet
whistles and feet beautiful.
Hey, pastor, then you die for love, do not be afraid
rigor of my sins, because
rendered are so friendly.
So wait and listen to my care;
but how you say I wait, if you
to wait, feet nailed?
love with your whistles woke me from deep sleep;
You, you did stick of wood that they tend
powerful arms, turns his eyes
my pious faith ,
as I confess my love for
owner and the word of commitment to follow your sweet
whistles and feet beautiful.
Hey, pastor, then you die for love, do not be afraid
rigor of my sins, because
rendered are so friendly.
So wait and listen to my care;
but how you say I wait, if you
to wait, feet nailed?
Lope de Vega.
Painting: "Diana and Endymion", Louis Jean François Lagrenée, (1724 - 1805).
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