Luis de Gongora-and-Argote. (№ 301376)

As soon as the winter enters in,
Suddenly, losing mellifluous crown
Your emerald on mourning Nude
In a hurry to change the bushes and wood.
Yes, time is tight millstone
Rotating, rigid and inflexible;
But still the trunk, frost burned,
In your time again to wrap up the foliage.
And the past will return. And the page
Read again...
This is the law of universal existence
And only love's not resurrected again!
Forever happiness is not to return the past,
When it strikes the serpent of jealousy.