/ http://www.slideshare.net/images/logo.gif / ºÝºÝߣShare feed for ºÝºÝߣshows by User: leonardin https://cdn.slidesharecdn.com/profile-photo-leonardin-48x48.jpg?cb=1522818981 Our story begins on a sunday afternoon Just between halfway tree and spanish town Where a young boy Not yet the cock o’ the walk that he would soon become, Was lying on the grass and takin’ in the sweet and sensuous scent of hibiscus That languidly lilted along the summer breeze It was at this precise moment that he saw her. Her walk was soft and delicate with a thaumaturgical touch That only a rabbi’s daughter could have Before their eyes had even met Her luminous lips had already lured him in Salvation winked with he promise of a briss held at pinnacle And a congregation of sages bunny hopping and chicken dancing to yiddish mento Then their eyes linked An aeon blink