194. BRUNILDA CONQUEST NORMANDA .....................................................................................................................................................................................................................244

194. BRUNILDA CONQUEST NORMANDA

194 Norman conquest

Battleships with that look of emerged depth, of basalt lined up, abyssed, erect, in submerged sparkling. And absorbed in the everlasting splinters, of mist and melancholy. Chrysalis of the centuries, the lava of its gleams, with its chorus of waves playing the organ of epics and omens.

In the yearning rhythm of the heart;

In his well-groomed histogram, of sharp ships;

And in bright sweat diluting the distant glow of the oars and waving the radiant spark of the rowers' visions. They mitigate the cracks in the roads, landscapes, fears and longings, that tremble us, with their cornices, and gigantic candles.

Odin, you condemn me To combat and to conquer coastlines, reliefs and overwhelming eye transparencies. I Guillermo First Like the Norman guided by Odin, Poet of the sage of the Nibelungs With his magic spear. In the desert sea and fjords, the crows, Taking care of the thoughts, Thunderous memories in Muninn.

Careful For his cloned Wolves, The adored rapture of anxiety And the newly kneeling Freki.

Gluttony Before its sap, Where we go renegade? -To the conquest of Europe, Britannia, With your Sagas and Valkyries, On the battlefield Collecting the Pleiad Of the warriors To lead them to dwell In Valhalla. From Sicily this same office. Roberto Guiscardo Sharpening the Valkyries And his brother. His fate is War after war Until the Ragnarok, Final battle of the universe.

The old gods will not want, Finish these conquests, These precious necropsies communicated by Meninn, that illuminate with fervid shields and swords the Valhalla.

It's up to the Valkyries, On the battlefield, Preserve the gods. Until the warriors fill To Ragnarok Battle to depose the gods.