tells the story of the devil
was older than the imp
was more cunning with words
who was celebrating their martyrdom
has the devil was macabre
Talk a nymph who suffered
Tears and gloom because we got along
sad bitter
friend Rosa was the color of your cheeks
Tender was her voice and her smile
until
moles with the devil that, cunning, offered help
She told him her wishes
those who did not know the devil
The devil took advantage of secrecy
developing a ruse with delusions,
The attempt was so fast and simple,
that the devil never had understood
Silence, hammer in the mirror,
The imp that the nymph had lost
The devil knows best by a nymph old
easy change to
and friends lost forever elusive imp
Jean Machuca
