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García Lorca, Federico: La Guitarra

Portre of García Lorca, Federico

La Guitarra (Spanish)

Empieza el llanto

de la guitarra.

Se rompen las copas

de la madrugada.

Empieza el llanto

de la guitarra.

Es inútil

callarla.

Es imposible

callarla

Llora monótona

como llora el agua,

como llora el viento

sobre la nevada.

Es imposible

callarla.

Llora por cosas

lejanas.

Arena del Sur caliente

que pide camelias blancas.

Llora flecha sin blanco,

la tarde sin mańana,

y el primer pájaro muerto

sobre la rama.

ĄOh guitarra!

Corazón malherido

por cinco espadas.

 

 



Source of the quotationhttp://famouspoetsandpoems.com

The Guitar (English)

The weeping of the guitar
begins.
The goblets of dawn
are smashed.
The weeping of the guitar
begins.
Useless
to silence it.
Impossible
to silence it.
It weeps monotonously
as water weeps
as the wind weeps
over snowfields.
Impossible
to silence it.
It weeps for distant
things.
Hot southern sands
yearning for white camellias.
Weeps arrow without target
evening without morning
and the first dead bird
on the branch.
Oh, guitar!
Heart mortally wounded
by five swords.



Source of the quotationhttp://www.poets.org

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