Mariblog

From Babelfish:

And that I took it to the river thinking that she was young lad, but had husband. It was the night of Santiago and almost by commitment. The lights were extinguished and the crickets ignited. In the last corners I touched its sleepy chests, and they were opened to me suddenly like branches of jacinths. The starch of his enagua sounded in the ear like a piece of silk torn by díez knives to me. Without light of silver in their glasses the trees have grown, and a horizon of dogs barks very far from the river. Passed the zarzamoras, the rushes and the hawthorns, under its bush of hair I made a hole on the slime. I took off the necktie. It took off the dress. I, the belt with revolver, she, its four bodices. Neither nardos nor conches have the so fine skin, nor crystals with moon relumbran with that brightness. Their thighs escaped to me like surprised fish, half full of fire, half full of cold. That night I ran the best one of the ways, mounted in potra of nacre without bridles and stirrups. I do not mean, by man, the things that she said to me. The light of the understanding very makes me be been moderate. Dirty of kisses and sand I took it of the river. With the air the swords of the irises were fought. I behaved like who I am, like a legitimate gypsy. I gave a great costurero, of flat pajizo, and I did not want to fall in love because having husband it said me that she was young lad when took it to the river

Hmmm... I feel as if something was lost in the translation.

So she was a liar and a cheater and he was a noble gipsy man
and they screwed by the river.

Did I get that right?