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El Cuervo

Some

fateful night when, with the mentecansada,
pondered several tomes of ancient wisdom
and nodding, sleepy, they suddenly heard a scrape,
like someone softly call my portal.
"It's a visitor," I digesters, which is calling the portal;
just that and nothing more. "

Ah, I remember so clearly that bleak December
Each bright spark left a spectral trace.
I was looking forward to the dawn, for he had found in my books
quiet, comfort or
abysmal loss to whom I can call the angels Leonor
and Nameless here. Each

crunchgrave came to rest on my website,
in a pallid bust of Pallas just above the threshold was
, wells and nothing else.

This grim black bird hit, with its serious air, smiling strangely
in my sad solemnity.
"That plume shaved," I said, do not prevent you from being
bold, ancient raven wandering from the abyssal blackness;

what is your name in the gloomy abyss of hell? "
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

That a shabby bird had that voice virtuous
sorprendióme although so little sense out fully, it will remember me
few
have had occasion to see such a bird perched on his website.
Neither bird nor beast upon the sculptured portal called
velvet
me askance labored to discover that the deadly bird ancestral wanted
to repeat: "Never again."

This I sat, I thought, but no syllable
the bird that now burn my chest with his look;
This and more I thought, with his head resting on the cushion
purple candle that shone.
On that purple cushion she liked to use,
and no longer used anymore!.

Then the air grew denser, burn incense Swung by Seraphim
mild musical ride.
"Miserable," I told myself. Thy God these angels he
to you with the filter that will make you forget Leonor!
Drink, drink the fresh filter, Leonor and forget! ". He