So begins the song of the pirate of our romantic Extremadura poet José de Espronceda, poetry which, in our childhood, we learned of memory and mediate with joy: "with ten cannons by band / wind aft under full sail, / does not cut the sea, but flies, / a vel" "ero Brig: / pirate ship they call / by their bravery the feared, / in all known sea / from one to the other ends"
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