(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)
(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