| “A wind blows cross paths | |
| Too certain of its way. | |
| And tho the breeze enlightens me | |
| I feel darker than midnight day. | |
| This dark doth entice my lips. | |
| And kisses me full of cold. | |
| And I will upon myself a dank | |
| That wouldst make a babe grow old. | |
| Wherefore this wind hath come this eve, | |
| That this wind cometh here to beckon me, | |
| Beckon me to die. | |
| -And I consent.” | |
| -Gervasio (Marranos y Madelina) | |