SPANISH GUITAR

The Guitar

The weeping of the guitar
begins.
The glasses of the early morning
break
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.
H yearning for white camellias
ot southern sands
Weeps arrow without target
evening without morning
and the first dead bird
on the branch.
¡ Oh guitar!
Heart mortally wounded
by five swords.

Serenata

The night soaks itself
along the shore of the river
and in Lolita's breasts
the branches die of love.

The branches die of love.

Naked the night sings
above the bridges of March.
Lolita bathes her body
with salt water and roses.

The branches die of love.

The night of anise and silver
shines over the rooftops.
Silver of streams and mirrors
Anise of your white thighs.

The branches die of love.

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