31

Love crying, which was wet,
Thing is where to mount the neck.
But three times, Nane, in quick! ...
I'll call the Trimouille.

32

And the bull returns to his querence,
I put together at home. But it smelled rancid.

33

What am I Archilochus darting you to iambic,
Instead of Mr. Sweet ... like silk.
And this brings me back to that of your legs;
Etrille where your natural beauty sits.

34

A yellow E red, I green, black O, U gray, consonant
Turn and vowel sounds every hour.

35

Eyes to the sad and voluptuous setting,
Near Priapus infirm, listening to sound the hour
And your heart is heavy, and the source crying -
On your lips why this crooked mouse?

36

Soul and flesh on fire quickly, but slowly healed,
Madam, he cooked them about your gallantry.

37

His parents lived without luxury street
Jewish, Bordeaux, preached to any trouble
It would be better loved, marrying beneath him ...
But - under it! - What a rare bird! It took a crane.

38

"Strip lousy, or conduct war in Apulia
Which is better, Lord? "Sighed the Tremoille.

39

I give you this book with his confession black
Illuminated lights sometimes strange dreams
In memory of the shadow where you peliez of broad beans,
Shade where gold evening died in your hair.

40

A whine cellar window shining lights in the oven:
Your not we heard in the dark crossroads.