150 IN COSTANTINOPLA and the vandals
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150 IN COSTANTINOPLA and the vandals
But now I come to you, And I speak this in the world: The ship goes The sails are going to pass your forehead In the evening of the university For Constantinople, Rumors of vandals are heard, A scourge of God lurks between my armpits. The choir waters the one who applauds 150That they may have my joy fulfilled in themselves. He who denies and passes by some portico and other arches. Passes Remembering a roaring coliseum. The lions and the feast, he raises his gazes to the rafters. Once he bet on that fierce beast, He laughed the flesh of that Christian mangled. Now I limp, leaning between the wooden columns.
When in her anguished gaze She meets me, she brushes my wings And the voice of the officiant: "that the love with which you have loved me may be in them and I in them." A breath and blood in the sand Someone breathes out shattered by the claws of the stand And the rumor of the cavalry is heard. And the voice of the officiant: A breath and blood in the sand Someone breathes out shattered by the clutches of the tribune And you hear the rumor of the cavalry. A giant man in front, Rumor, The scourge of God ..........
