It has been a long time that the lover did not send a message, he did not write, he did not send greetings and words, I sent a hundred letters, that king of horsemen did not send a courier and did not send a greeting to me, the savage of the quality of the intellect, the deer, the way of the partridge, he did not send me a partridge, he knew that I would become a chicken of the heart from the hand of that line, because he did not send a chain of traps, the cry that the drunken butler knew that I was drunk and did not send a cup, so much so that I boasted about the dignity and the authorities, I did not send any news from any authority.
