The queen Elizabeth was the daughter
of Henry VIII and of Anne Boleyn,
she resembled her father in certain
respects. The queen Elizabeth was
called The Virgin Queen or Good
Queen Bess because this is what she was.
She wanted to be loved only for what
she was. She liked the presents (as many
as possible), the flattery, the dance,
the swear words, the bear fights,
the chicory soup, the beer,
and the strawberries and the riding
masters. Nonetheless the hormonal
imbalance caused her irritations.
She flirted much, she liked madly
to have men at court, liked men
to propose to her. The king Eric
of Sweden, the credulous king Philip II
of Spain, the archduke Charles, Sir
Christopher Hatton, a barrister
with whom Elizabeth once had had
a drink they all asked for her hand
in marriage. Nonetheless a strawberry
got stuck in her throat when she received
the proposal from Ivan the Terrible,
then she burst into boisterous laughter.
“What Don Juan! A bastard! When the existence
seems bearable to you, any man is a monster.
If Ivan arrives by any chance, for God’s sake
where his head stands, there will also stand
his feet.” She didn’t even know what she loses,
what she lost and she felt her bones creaking
with sadness. She wore a ton of pearls,
she liked the prehistoric men and she thought
about dressing Ivan the Terrible up for a gala
occasion. She was as bald as a cue ball.
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