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.

Trans. copyright © A.S.Kline 2009

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