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Prado is its name

a village without fame

save for its Roman bridge


They said I was the first foreigner

to pass it over

in almost two thousand years


A Loira - the blond - she was 

I mention her because 

I fell for her 

the village beauty 

as fair as fair could be 

but with a tragic history


Five years before, on one weekend 

as was the custom then 

a loira  travelled with her namorado 

to a party at a neighbouring place

 where she could showcase 

her beauty and her dance


That night 

there was a fight 

between two men claiming her heart 

the boy-friend would depart 

not to be seen again 

until his body was found floating 

down the river 

under the Prado bridge



I sometimes reflect upon the inequity   

imposed on this young lady coping with the destiny 

of one who had loved 

at fifteen without a ring or a document 

in a village where an adolescent 

was not expected to make precedent


I wanted to wipe the tears from her eyes 

I wanted to bring back her smiles 

alas there was nothing I could do 

she could never love again 

after this had happened - way back then.


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