still remember the line from garcia lorca's "little viennese waltz."
Because I love you, my love, I love you
in the attic where the children play,
dreaming ancient lights of Hungary
--taken from the version in the sleeping on the wing anthology.
you're good, I think, if you can mention love in a poem and not sound trite.
maybe spanish ii will be made a better class if I apply it to understanding the original spanish version of this poem.

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