María Luna

Ship, tell me the whereabouts of my beloved

The light of day is made opaque by its late

In waiting I find myself and my thoughts vanished

In it I have set the course, but lost I am deep

Oh ship! your destiny is not explicit and you confuse with your murmur

Deliveries crumbs even when it's not your thing

Agobias with your silhouette that can be seen throughout

Cansas but not because of your hurry

The joy of seeing you is fleeting and laughable

Well I know that soon you will show your nice figure

I share with joy and sweetness

The presence of my beloved and noble Maria Luna

A pleasure ... @ willians ...
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