CANCIÓN del jinete (de Canciones)

(Song of the Rider)

 (Por Freferico García Lorca)

Far off and alone (solitary)

Black mare, big moon,
And olives in my saddlebag.
Though I know the roads
I will never arrive at Córdoba.

Through the plane, through the wind,
Black mare, red moon.
Death is looking at me
From the towers of Córdoba.

Oh, what a long road!
What a brave mare!
Oh, that death awaits me,
Before arriving at Córdoba!

Córdoba.
Far off and alone. (solitary)

EL VIAJE DEFINITIVO (The final trip)

(Por Juan Ramón Jiménez)

... And I will leave. And the birds will keep singing;
And my orchard will remain, with its green tree,
And its white well. 
            All the afternoons, the sky will be blue and placid;
And they will ring, as they are ringing this afternoon,
The bells of the bell tower.
            Those that loved me will die;
And the town will be made new every year;
And in that corner of my orchard, whitewashed and flowered,
My spirit will wander, nostalgic…
            And I will leave; and I will be alone, without home,
Without green tree, without white well,
Without blue and placid sky …
And the birds will keep singing.

Hester Chamberlain
Learning Assistance Center
Eastfield College