A sonnet ordered me Violante, in my life I have been in such a predicament; fourteen lines say it's sonnet mocking derision go three ahead.
I thought it could not find consonant and I'm in the middle of another quartet, but if I look in the first triplet, there is nothing in the quartets that I afraid.
For the first triplet am getting, and it seems I went on right the end with this verse I will give.
I'm in the second and even suspect I'm running the thirteen verses: fourteen reckon and it's done.
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
Not easy to translate it from spanish, I'm not sure if everything can be understood.