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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=417208" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Toreador</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pepita queen of Venice<br>When you go beneath your shutter<br>All gondoliers call out:<br>Watch out--Toreador!<br>No one rules your heart<br>In the grand palace where you sleep<br>And near you the old duenna lies in waiting<br>for the Toreador.<br>Toreador, bravest of the brave<br>When in Piazza San Marco<br>The wild, slobbering bull<br>Falls slain by your blade<br>It is not pride that caresses<br>Your heart beneath your golden cape<br>It is for a young goddess<br>That your passion burns, toreador.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(refrain)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lovely Spanish girl<br>In your gondola<br>Dancing and prancing<br>Carmencita<br>Under your mantilla<br>Sparkling eyes<br>Shining mouth<br>That's Pepita</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tomorrow is St. Escurio's Day,<br>With its combat to the death<br>The canal is full of sails<br>Celebrating the Toreador<br>More than one Venetian beauty<br>Trembles to know your fate<br>But you despise all their laces—you suffer—<br>Toreador.<br>Since not seeing her appear<br>Hidden behind an orange tree,<br>Pepita alone at her window<br>You think about vengeance.<br>Under your caftan slips your dagger<br>Jealousy gnaws at your heart<br>And alone with the noise of the waves<br>You weep toreador.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So many horsemen! so great a crowd!<br>Filling the arena to its limits<br>From a hundred leagues people keep coming<br>To cheer you—Toreador!<br>And so he enters the arena<br>With more composure than a lord<br>But he can scarcely walk, the poor<br>Toreador.<br>His gloomy dream contains no more<br>Than to die before the eyes of all<br>As he feels the piercing of those horns<br>Within his sad, troubled brow<br>He sees Pepita sitting there,<br>Offering her gaze and her body<br>To the oldest doge of Venice<br>Laughing at the toreador.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jean+Cocteau">Jean Cocteau</a><div class=q>
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When you go beneath your shutter
All gondoliers call out:
Watch out--Toreador!
No one rules your heart
In the grand palace where you sleep
And near you the old duenna lies in waiting
for the Toreador.
Toreador, bravest of th..."></div>
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