You should have seen the angelic face of a server
the day of my first communion.
Disguised as a rear admiral and repelled in hair with a fixative,
Do not see how the cante I was giving was.
When the parish priest leaned towards me I trembled with emotion,
the sweet delicacy was going to reach my lips.
But he can not receive the sacrament,
I was stopped by a violent attack of coughing.
Sixteen summers later I saw myself as a penguin before the altar again
decided to marry at last with Mari Cruz.
When the wedding march to my poor mother-in-law started to cry,
the bride winked at me under Tul's veil.
'Do you want,' said Frai Bernabé, as a wife to this woman? '
Swift and happy I was going to answer yes.
But I could not consummate the marriage,
I was stopped by a violent attack of coughing.
When the family that never swallowed me knew that I was dying,
Around the bed of pain veiled night and day.
But I'm not so stupid not to warn
that the heat of the inheritance
Abel and Cain are reconciled and the Tagus passes through Valencia.
The witch of my daughter-in-law 'Papa,' he told me, 'you should test,
put on your glasses, I bring you pen and paper. '
But I could not sign the will
because I was killed by a violent coughing attack.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)