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domingo, 23 de marzo de 2025

versos y poemas...NUEVAS CANCIONES (1917-1930)

        NUEVAS CANCIONES (1917-1930)

 


Desde mi ventana, campo de Baeza, a la luna clara

Montes de Cazorla, Arnaitin y Magina!

De lona y de piedra también los cachorros de Sierra Morena!


Sobre el olivar. se vio a la lechuza volar y volar.


Campo, campo, campo. Entre los olivos, los cortijos blancos.


Y la encina negra, a medio camino ide Ubeds a Barzaen in catindiral San Cristobalin In quiso expantar al ver que sente del velón de aceite de Santa María.


La Virgen hatid Dejala que beba. San Cristobalón.


Sobre el olivar, se vio a la lechuza volar y volar.


A Santa María an ramito verde volando trafa.


Campo de Baeza solaré contigo cuando no te veal


Dondequiera vaya, José de Mairena lleva su guitarra.


Su guitarra lleva, cuando va a caballo, a la handolera.



Y lleva al caballo con la rienda corta, la cerviz en alto.Los olivos grises, los caminos blancos. El sol ha sorbido la calor del campo; y hasta tu recuerdo me lo va secando esta alma de polvo de los días malos.

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From my window, the countryside of Baeza, to the clear moon


Mountains of Cazorla, Arnaitin, and Magina!


The cubs of Sierra Morena, made of canvas and stone too!


Over the olive grove, the owl was seen flying and flying.


Country, field, field. Among the olive trees, the white farmhouses.


And the black oak, halfway from Ubeds to Barzaen, in the holy land of Saint Christopher, wanted to be amazed when it saw the oil candle of Saint Mary.


The Virgin said, "Let her drink. Saint Christopher."


Over the olive grove, the owl was seen flying and flying.


It carries a green branch flying to Saint Mary.


The countryside of Baeza, I will sunbathe with you when I don't see you.


Wherever he goes, José de Mairena carries his guitar.


He carries his guitar, when he rides, on his shoulder.


And he leads the horse with a short rein, his neck held high. The olive trees are gray, the roads are white. The sun has sucked away the warmth of the countryside; and even your memory is being dried by this soul of dust from evil days.



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