.
A and miserable to me, and woe, alas!
Rushing, heavens, I intend,
as you treat me well
what crime I committed against you born;
even if I was born, I understand what crime I have committed
. Pretty
cause your justice has
and rigor as the felony
of man is being born.
to hasten my waking
(leaving a party, heaven,
the crime of birth),
what else I could offend
to punish more. Not born
others?
For if the others were born, what privileges
what I had ever enjoyed?
bird is born, and the Gallic beauty
that give short, barely
feather flower bouquet
or winged, airy rooms
when cut with speed, refusing to godliness
leaving the nest in quiet,
what I have more soul,
I have less freedom?
born on rough skin and spots that draw
beautiful
star sign is just
(thanks to the scholarly brush),
when bold and cruel human
need to be taught cruelty,
monster of the labyrinth;
what I, with better instincts, I have less freedom
?
born fish, not breathing,
abortion of eggs and lamas,
and just, ship of scales on the waves
looks,
when touring everywhere,
measuring the ability of such immensity
as providing the core cold
what about me, more choice,
I have less freedom?
born on stream
snake that breaks out among flowers, and just
, silver snake, the flowers
breaks, celebrated musician
when flowers
pity that give you the majesty of the field
open to their escape;
what I have more life
I have less freedom?
In reaching this passion,
a volcano, a fact Etna, chest
would take pieces of the heart.
What law, justice or reason,
deny men known as soft
privilege, except as
main
that God has given a crystal
a fish, a raw and a bird?
(Calderon de la Barca - Life Is a Dream)
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