Note 1.
“Banish the importunate complaints:
If you lose me, my handsome godson,
Search where are born the women brown,
Search where the salt alone is found.”
Note 2.
“Who was Don Madureira?
The best singer in the world.
God, in his exalted prescience,
Said to him: Die. He expired;
But reanimated by his zeal,
He wished for a chapel,
And sang things so beautiful
That God himself admired him.
‘I give you a chapel,’
Said the great Jehovah to him:
‘The harmony of my angels
Is not equal to the melody
Of Señor Madureira.’ ”
Note 3.
“Glory to thee, beautiful Andalusian;
The sun is in thine eyes;
Of thee the aurora is jealous;
Thy love transports me to heaven.”