| GUADARRAMA | GUADARRAMA |
| Antonio Machado | trans. A.S.Kline |
¿Eres tú, Guadarrama, viejo amigo, la sierra gris y blanca, la sierra de mis tardes madrileñas que yo veía en el azul pintada? Por tus barrancos hondos y por tus cumbres agrias, mil Guadarramas y mil soles vienen, cabalgando conmigo, a tus entrañas. | Was it you, Guadarrama, ancient friend mountains of white and grey mountains of my Madrid evenings, I saw there, brushed on the blue? Among your deep gullies and bitter heights, a thousand suns, a thousand Guadarramas rode with me, there, into your heart. |
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