Friday, June 27, 2008
Orange Blossoms - Lope de Vega
"I went out to a masked ball and stopped under her window; her morning dawned and I saw the sun in her eyes. Oranges, from above, she threw me as a favour: since she knows nothing of love, she thinks everything's a game. Well, I swear if I throw them back they'll turn to orange blossom." Lope de Vega, El bobo del collegia. Sent via BlackBerry by AT
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