Speculatrix (English Version)

I met a girl in high school.   She ran after the students and professors to recite her verses. She was very boring, but the boys pretended to listen her, secretly yawning, because she was pretty. There was no editor for her. She's too good, too young, too refined, too concise, too out of any militancy. Too. Maliciously the rumour spread that she was the figurehead of a great person who wanted to remain anonymous. The control over that naive girl crossed the ocean without her knowl