Chapter 8 Two Girls - For Mahimo Quijano

under the orange tree She washes the cloth dresses worn by children, she has green eyes, She has a violet voice. Ai!Dear, Under the blossoming orange tree! pond road water Rippled by the sun's rays, In that little olive grove, There is a sparrow singing. Ai!Dear, Under the orange trees in full bloom! la lona runs out quickly A bar of soap, At this time, three young matadors came. Ai!Dear, Under the orange trees in full bloom! Yo Ambaroo, you are dressed in white, how lonely it was in the house! (Between frangipani and moonshine, You are a bisector. ) You listen from the yard,

The cries of the clever merchant And the song of the canary— How delicate it is! you stare in the afternoon The cypress that hides the birds trembles, So on your canvas Slowly embroider many words. Yo Ambaroo, you are dressed in white, how lonely it was in the house! Yo Ambaroo, How hard it is for me to speak to you, Say: I love you!