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(In a family reunion of the Arrazolas, my maternal family)
What makes the pride of this Clan of Sonambulists?
And from what fountain comes their strength?
Who the sculptor that moulded and split
Their features from that of beauty and beast?
How dare they deny me of their own name,
When my beauty and will exceeds their own?
That I, in my genuflection and their silly game,
Must bow down till they absorb all I own?
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I like this piece. It conveys a sense of pride and honor but also questions the aspect of worthiness.
Also, I like the tone in it. I can really feel the character's awe and indignation as well.
Nice work!
