Character: Laurencia

Come on! The chicken is not so stupid
Yes, it harsh.
I swear to my maker that I
More compassionate, my friend pascuala,
Waking up early, slice of bacon
Yourself to roast on the fire
So delicious was the nuts,
I pull out the stove,
And to SIP in the jug
Secretly from the mother swallow;
Where miles in the noon hour
Watch as the meat and cabbage,
With the pleasant sound of the foaming deep,
Make your merry dance;
Or, if the hunger is too zealous
And from work I have back
To marry off fatty pork
And full and eggplant;
And in the evening, when cool,
Preparing for dinner food
Bunch pinch in my garden -
God bless him hail!
Much nicer at night to eat
Salad on vegetable oil with pepper
And go to bed with the late heart
The Lord's prayer to read,
So he is not entered into the temptation
Than to listen to these scoundrels
Chatter and false words
About their love and their longing.