Wednesday, September 5, 2007


To kill I'm a taste lulling rose bitter
kill to be absent why desperate sober
all grand rivers the all penal poverty
the all eager a penitent reduced
a too quiet loss ages die run all babies
the abundant liquor uncle sail over
Why anecdotes all plate stain why cobra
Tedium all terror and terror all comedy
Vivid say girl they kill entertainment
and taunt all men kill in all quarter is fear
too lost cabbies age all rubbing Apollo
Tender clear runover the valient
two patriotic sayers in toads all primal
two sobbing authors all mundane unicorns why soul?

Homophonic translation of a sonnet from the opening section
of Don Quixote by Miguel De Cervantes

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