{"id":9013,"date":"2019-03-31T13:45:33","date_gmt":"2019-03-31T10:45:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=9013"},"modified":"2021-05-01T13:38:47","modified_gmt":"2021-05-01T10:38:47","slug":"romance-sonambulo-somnambulist-romance-romanta-somnambula","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=9013","title":{"rendered":"Romance son\u00e1mbulo \/ Somnambulist Romance \/ Romanta somnambula"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"federico\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Romance son\u00e1mbulo \/ Somnambulist Romance \/ Romanta somnambula<\/p>\n

Verde que te quiero verde.
\nVerde viento. Verdes ramas.
\nEl barco sobre la mar
\ny el caballo en la monta\u00f1a.
\nCon la sombra en la cintura
\nella sue\u00f1a en su baranda,
\nverde carne, pelo verde,
\ncon ojos de fr\u00eda plata.
\nVerde que te quiero verde.
\nBajo la luna gitana,
\nlas cosas le est\u00e1n mirando
\ny ella no puede mirarlas.<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

Verde que te quiero verde.
\nGrandes estrellas de escarcha,
\nvienen con el pez de sombra
\nque abre el camino del alba.
\nLa higuera frota su viento
\ncon la lija de sus ramas,
\ny el monte, gato gardu\u00f1o,
\neriza sus pitas agrias.
\n\u00bfPero qui\u00e9n vendr\u00e1? \u00bfY por d\u00f3nde…?
\nElla sigue en su baranda,
\nverde carne, pelo verde,
\nso\u00f1ando en la mar amarga.<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

Compadre, quiero cambiar
\nmi caballo por su casa,
\nmi montura por su espejo,
\nmi cuchillo por su manta.
\nCompadre, vengo sangrando,
\ndesde los montes de Cabra.
\nSi yo pudiera, mocito,
\nese trato se cerraba.
\nPero yo ya no soy yo,
\nni mi casa es ya mi casa.
\nCompadre, quiero morir
\ndecentemente en mi cama.
\nDe acero, si puede ser,
\ncon las s\u00e1banas de holanda.
\n\u00bfNo ves la herida que tengo
\ndesde el pecho a la garganta?
\nTrescientas rosas morenas
\nlleva tu pechera blanca.
\nTu sangre rezuma y huele
\nalrededor de tu faja.
\nPero yo ya no soy yo,
\nni mi casa es ya mi casa.
\nDejadme subir al menos
\nhasta las altas barandas,
\ndejadme subir, dejadme,
\nhasta las verdes barandas.
\nBarandales de la luna
\npor donde retumba el agua.<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

Ya suben los dos compadres
\nhacia las altas barandas.
\nDejando un rastro de sangre.
\nDejando un rastro de l\u00e1grimas.
\nTemblaban en los tejados
\nfarolillos de hojalata.
\nMil panderos de cristal,
\nher\u00edan la madrugada.<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

Verde que te quiero verde,
\nverde viento, verdes ramas.
\nLos dos compadres subieron.
\nEl largo viento, dejaba
\nen la boca un raro gusto
\nde hiel, de menta y de albahaca.
\n\u00a1Compadre! \u00bfD\u00f3nde est\u00e1, dime?
\n\u00bfD\u00f3nde est\u00e1 mi ni\u00f1a amarga?
\n\u00a1Cu\u00e1ntas veces te esper\u00f3!
\n\u00a1Cu\u00e1ntas veces te esperara,
\ncara fresca, negro pelo,
\nen esta verde baranda!<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

Sobre el rostro del aljibe
\nse mec\u00eda la gitana.
\nVerde carne, pelo verde,
\ncon ojos de fr\u00eda plata.
\nUn car\u00e1mbano de luna
\nla sostiene sobre el agua.
\nLa noche su puso \u00edntima
\ncomo una peque\u00f1a plaza.
\nGuardias civiles borrachos,
\nen la puerta golpeaban.
\nVerde que te quiero verde.
\nVerde viento. Verdes ramas.
\nEl barco sobre la mar.
\nY el caballo en la monta\u00f1a.<\/p>\n

FEDERICO GARCIA LORCA
\n————————————-<\/p>\n

Somnambulist Romance<\/p>\n

Green how much I love you green.
\nThe green wind. The green branch seen.
\nThe boat out there on the sea
\non the mount my horse to be.
\nWith the shade around her waist
\non the balcony she dreams
\nher green flesh, her green hair chaste
\neyes of cold silver that beams.
\nGreen how much I love you green
\nUnder the gypsy moon, gem
\nthings are watching her, unseen
\nand she can not look at them.<\/p>\n

X<\/p>\n

Green how much I love you green
\nGreat stars of the frost, unknown
\non the fish of shadow lean
\nthat opens the path of dawn.
\nThe fig rubs the wind to harden
\nwith sandpaper of its branch,
\nand the mountain, and the marten,
\nruffle their sour patch.
\nBut who’ll come? And from where haste…?
\nShe’s still on her balcony,
\nher green flesh, her green hair chaste
\ndreaming of the bitter sea.<\/p>\n

X<\/p>\n

– Man, I would like now to trade
\nmy horse for your house, my friend
\nfor your mirror, my old saddle
\nmy knife for your blanket cuddle.
\nMy friend, I am badly bleeding,
\nfrom the mount of Cabra riding.
\n– If I could, young man, I vow
\nthat deal would be closed right now.
\nBut no longer I’m myself ,
\nNor is my house where I dwell.
\nMy friend, I would like to die
\nin my bed and not astray
\nA bed of steel, to be mine
\nwith the sheets of canvas fine
\nDon’t you see I’m wounded cold
\nfrom the chest up to the throat?
\n– Three hundred dark roses sad
\non your white shirt blossomed fad.
\nYour blood oozes, smells like pelt
\nround the corners of your belt
\nBut no longer I’m myself,
\nNor is my house where I dwell.
\nLet me climb at least, you see
\nup to the high balcony,
\nlet me go up there, let me,
\nup to the green balcony.
\nBalustrades towards the moon
\nwhere the waters sound in tune.<\/p>\n

X<\/p>\n

The two friends already climb
\nto high balconies with chime.
\nLeaving trail of blood behind
\nLeaving trail of tears to hide.
\nThe tin lanterns quite aloof
\nwere trembling on the roof.
\nCrystal tambourines, thousands sight
\nwere striking at the dawn light.<\/p>\n

X<\/p>\n

Green how much I love you green.
\nThe green wind. The green branch seen.
\nThe two friends together climb.
\nThe stiff wind, letting with grime
\nin their mouth a taste dazzles
\nof gall, of mint and of basil.
\nMy friend! Where is she, now tell?
\nWhere is she, my bitter girl?
\nHow long did she wait for you!
\nHow long would she still, who knew?
\nHer green flesh, her green hair dreams
\neyes of cold silver that beams.<\/p>\n

X<\/p>\n

On the water of the well
\nthe gypsy girl swings in spell
\nHer green flesh, her green hair dreams
\neyes of cold silver that beams.
\nAn icicle of moon suave
\nholds her up, water above
\nThe night intimate became
\nlike a small piazza frame.
\nAnd the drunken civil guard
\nat the door were knocking hard..
\nGreen how much I love you green.
\nThe green wind. The green branch seen.
\nThe boat out there on the sea
\non the mount my horse to be.<\/p>\n

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –<\/p>\n

Romanta somnambula<\/p>\n

Verde, c\u00e2t te iubesc, verde!
\nVerde v\u00e2nt, ramura verde.
\nBarca pe-ale marii unde,
\ncalul sus pe-un varf de munte.
\nvalurita-n umbra tandra
\nea viseaza pe veranda,
\nverde fata, parul verde,
\nochi de-argint lumina vede.
\nVerde, c\u00e2t te iubesc, verde!
\nSub o luna de tiganca
\nlucrurile-o vad, dar ea
\nea nu poate sa le vada.<\/p>\n

X<\/p>\n

Verde, c\u00e2t te iubesc, verde!
\nStele mari ingeruite
\nvin cu pestele de umbra
\ncalea zilei vor deschide.
\nSmochinul raneste v\u00e2ntul
\ncu creanga-i neslefuita,
\niar muntele precum jderul
\nzbarleste acru vesmantul.
\nCine-o veni? Si pe unde?
\nPe veranda ea ramasa
\nverde fata, p\u0103rul verde,
\nmarea-amara ea viseaza.<\/p>\n

X<\/p>\n

– Prietene, sa schimb as vrea
\ncalul meu pe casa ta,
\nSaua mea pe-a ta oglinda
\n\u015fi cu\u0163itul pe manta.
\nOm bun, sangerand in sa
\nvin din muntii de la Cabra.
\nTinere, dac-as putea,
\nacest targ l-as incheia.
\nCe-am fost mi-este doar umbra
\nCasa-mi nu mai e a mea
\n-Prietene, sa mor lasat
\nOmeneste-n al meu pat
\nDin otel de-ar fi, ofranda,
\ncu cearsafuri de olanda.
\nNu-mi vezi rana\u00a0 adancata
\ndin piept pan’ la beregata?
\n– Trei sute de roze negre
\nalba ta camasa poarta.
\nSangele ti se prelinge
\nPan’ la brau, miroase-a soarta
\nCe-am fost mi-este doar umbra,
\nCasa-mi nu mai e a mea
\nSa urc, ma lasa macar
\nP\u00e2na la veranda doar
\nLasa-ma sa urc, ma crede
\nP\u00e2n’ sus, la veranda verde,
\nBalustrada catre luna
\nUnde apa tot rasuna.<\/p>\n

X<\/p>\n

Cei doi greu se catarara
\nPan’ la-naltele balcoane,
\nurma de s\u00e2nge lasara
\nurma de lacrimi amara.
\nTremurau pe-acoperisuri
\nfelinarele din tabla.
\nCristal tamburine, mii
\nbateau tare-n zori de zi.<\/p>\n

X<\/p>\n

Verde, c\u00e2t te iubesc, verde!
\nVerde v\u00e2nt, ramura verde.
\nCei doi \u00eempreuna urca
\nV\u00e2ntul pe buze usuca
\ngust de fiere nenoroc
\nde menta si busuioc.
\nPrietene, unde e ea?
\nUnde-i trista, fata mea?
\nC\u00e2t timp ea te-a asteptat
\nCat timp te-o mai astepta
\nFata frageda, par smoala,
\nPe veranda verde, goala!<\/p>\n

X<\/p>\n

In adancul de f\u00e2nt\u00e2na
\nPrivea tiganca nebuna
\nverde fata, parul verde,
\nochi de-argint lumina vede.
\npe-un turtur de noua luna
\nasupra apei atarna
\nNoaptea e intimitate
\nca o mica piata-n noapte.
\nGarzile Civile, bete,
\nLoveau in poarta cu sete.<\/p>\n

Verde, c\u00e2t te iubesc, verde!
\nVerde v\u00e2nt, ramura verde.
\nBarca pe-ale marii unde,
\ncalul sus pe-un varf de munte.<\/p>\n

Maria Magdalena<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,20,35],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9013","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-classic-poetry","category-translated-spanish-english","category-translated-spanish-romanian"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9013","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=9013"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9013\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9939,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9013\/revisions\/9939"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=9013"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=9013"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=9013"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}