Did not have Dante laugh deeper,
to see dead bones
 in front of hell "While pride taught ,
to step on the skulls of food,
When in the shade raised condemned,
From a worm-eaten skull to a filthy bacon
And he wiped it on his bleeding hair:
shouted, the billions of villains in hell;
while they  stepped in front of them!
And he told the lively vengeance,
In the mansion of eternal hopelessness!

Goodbye! ... is to renounce in an agony
The hope that still palpitate;
Feeling that the eyes are blind, that it cools,
The heart in the **** tear!
That make hands, and the soul afflicta
Like Agar in the desert, pray gloomy! !

Is it a ghastly sight of the skulls in hell?
Do not tremble with dread, lift it from its *****.
It was the burning head of a poet,
Once in the shadow of the fair hair.
When the reflection of fiery living
This forehead was beautiful. There are
the shadow s
pallor covered their shadow s in agony;
In these orbits - hollow, denigrated! -