So Corina reacts to Ovid gift .
contemplate on my finger the ring that you gave me, my beloved, and I see it shine. Hopefully always shine and your love and mine. That when the fire of the funeral pyre consumes me, cover my bones with the gold ring as a sign of your eternal love material. But, alas, I dare not dream much. I have seen many times, just the wind changes direction, the eyes of a handsome boy as you fly with him in search of new love and excitement ...! So, not to suffer, I agree with the mother Venus grant me this, that my love for Ovid lasts only one day more than his love for me.
NOTA: Espero que hayáis recibido muchos regalos y acerdados...
*y ** Pinturas murales de Pompeya.
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