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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391487" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Romance Sonámbulo</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Green, how I want you green.<br>Green wind. Green branches.<br>The ship out on the sea<br>and the horse on the mountain. <br>With the shade around her waist <br>she dreams on her balcony, <br>green flesh, her hair green, <br>with eyes of cold silver. <br>Green, how I want you green. <br>Under the gypsy moon, <br>all things are watching her <br>and she cannot see them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Green, how I want you green. <br>Big hoarfrost stars <br>come with the fish of shadow <br>that opens the road of dawn. <br>The fig tree rubs its wind <br>with the sandpaper of its branches, <br>and the forest, cunning cat, <br>bristles its brittle fibers. <br>But who will come? And from where? <br>She is still on her balcony <br>green flesh, her hair green, <br>dreaming in the bitter sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">--My friend, I want to trade <br>my horse for her house, <br>my saddle for her mirror, <br>my knife for her blanket. <br>My friend, I come bleeding <br>from the gates of Cabra.<br>--If it were possible, my boy, <br>I'd help you fix that trade. <br>But now I am not I, <br>nor is my house now my house.<br>--My friend, I want to die<br>decently in my bed. <br>Of iron, if that's possible, <br>with blankets of fine chambray. <br>Don't you see the wound I have <br>from my chest up to my throat?<br>--Your white shirt has grown <br>thirsy dark brown roses. <br>Your blood oozes and flees a<br>round the corners of your sash. <br>But now I am not I, <br>nor is my house now my house.<br>--Let me climb up, at least, <br>up to the high balconies; <br>Let me climb up! Let me, <br>up to the green balconies. <br>Railings of the moon <br>through which the water rumbles.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now the two friends climb up, <br>up to the high balconies.<br>Leaving a trail of blood. <br>Leaving a trail of teardrops. <br>Tin bell vines<br>were trembling on the roofs.<br>A thousand crystal tambourines <br>struck at the dawn light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Green, how I want you green, <br>green wind, green branches. <br>The two friends climbed up. <br>The stiff wind left <br>in their mouths, a strange taste <br>of bile, of mint, and of basil <br>My friend, where is she--tell me--<br>where is your bitter girl?<br>How many times she waited for you! <br>How many times would she wait for you, <br>cool face, black hair, <br>on this green balcony! <br>Over the mouth of the cistern<br>the gypsy girl was swinging, <br>green flesh, her hair green, <br>with eyes of cold silver. <br>An icicle of moon<br>holds her up above the water. <br>The night became intimate <br>like a little plaza.<br>Drunken 'Guardias Civiles'<br>were pounding on the door. <br>Green, how I want you green. <br>Green wind. Green branches. <br>The ship out on the sea. <br>And the horse on the mountain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Translated by William Logan</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Original Spanish</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Verde que te quiero verde.<br>Verde viento. Verdes ramas.<br>El barco sobre la mar<br>y el caballo en la montaña.<br>Con la sombra en la cintura<br>ella sueña en sus baranda,<br>verde carne, pelo verde,<br>con ojos de fría plata.<br>Verde que te quiero verde.<br>Bajo la luna gitana,<br>las cosas la están mirando<br>y ella no puede mirarlas.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Verde que te quiero verde.<br>Grandes estrellas de escarcha,<br>vienen con el pez de sombra<br>que abre el camino del alba.<br>La higuera frota su viento<br>con la lija de sus ramas,<br>y el monte, gato garduño,<br>eriza sus pitas agrias.<br>¿Pero quién vendrá? ¿Y por dónde...?<br>Ella sigue en su baranda,<br>verde carne, pelo verde,<br>soñando en la mar amarga.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Compadre, quiero cambiar<br>mi caballo por su casa,<br>mi montura por su espejo,<br>mi cuchillo por su manta.<br>Compadre, vengo sangrando,<br>desde los puertos de Cabra.<br>Si yo pudiera, mocito,<br>este trato se cerraba.<br>Pero yo ya no soy yo,<br>Ni mi casa es ya mi casa.<br>Compadre, quiero morir<br>decentemente en mi cama.<br>De acero, si puede ser,<br>con las sábanas de holanda.<br>¿No ves la herida que tengo<br>desde el pecho a la garganta?<br>Trescientas rosas morenas<br>lleva tu pechera blanca.<br>Tu sangre rezuma y huele<br>alrededor de tu faja.<br>Pero yo ya no soy yo.<br>Ni mi casa es ya mi casa.<br>Dejadme subir al menos<br>hasta las altas barandas,<br>¡dejadme subir!, dejadme<br>hasta las verdes barandas.<br>Barandales de la luna<br>por donde retumba el agua.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Ya suben los dos compadres<br>hacia las altas barandas.<br>Dejando un rastro de sangre.<br>Dejando un rastro de lágrimas.<br>Temblaban en los tejados<br>farolillos de hojalata.<br>Mil panderos de cristal,<br>herían la madrugada.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Verde que te quiero verde,<br>verde viento, verdes ramas.<br>Los dos compadres subieron.<br>El largo viento, dejaba<br>en la boca un raro gusto<br>de hiel, de menta y de albahaca.<br>¡Compadre! ¿Dónde está, dime?<br>¿Dónde está tu niña amarga?<br>¡Cuántas veces te esperó!<br>¡Cuántas veces te esperara,<br>cara fresca, negro pelo,<br>en esta verde baranda!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Sobre el rostro del aljibe<br>se mecía la gitana.<br>Verde carne, pelo verde,<br>con ojos de fría plata.<br>Un carábano de luna<br>la sostiene sobre el agua.<br>La noche se puso íntima<br>como una pequeña plaza.<br>Guardias civiles borrachos<br>en la puerta golpeaban.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Federico+Garc%C3%ADa+Lorca">Federico García Lorca</a><div class=q>
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Green wind. Green branches.
The ship out on the sea
and the horse on the mountain. 
With the shade around her waist 
she dreams on her balcony, 
green flesh, her hair green, 
with eyes of cold silver. 
Green, how I wan..."></div>
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