And for myself. My virtue or my plague, be it either which... she is so conjunctive to my life and soul... that, as the star moves not but in his sphere... I could not but by her.
Y yo... ya sea por suerte o por desgracia... de ella tengo el alma y la existencia tan pendientes... que, cual el astro siempre gira en torno a un centro... en torno de ella giro.