Songs of the High Country
Soria, in blue mountains, On the fields of violet, How often I’ve dreamed of you On the plain of flowers, […]
Soria, in blue mountains, On the fields of violet, How often I’ve dreamed of you On the plain of flowers, […]
Last night as I was sleeping, I dreamt-marvelous error!- That a spring was breaking Out in my heart. I said: […]
Hills of silver plate, Grey heights, dark red rocks Through which the Duero bends Its crossbow arc Round Soria, shadowed […]
Palacio, good friend, Is spring there Showing itself on branches of black poplars By the roads and river? On the […]
Who set, between those rocks like cinder, To show the honey of dream, That golden broom, Those blue rosemaries? Who […]
The wind, one brilliant day, called To my soul with an odor of jasmine. “In return for the odor of […]
Guadarrama, is it you, old friend, Mountains white and gray That I used to see painted against the blue Those […]
Has my heart gone to sleep? Have the beehives of my dreams Stopped working, the waterwheel Of the mind run […]