I haven't given up, just been away for a few days.
CHOVE EN SANTIAGO
LLUEVE EN SANTIAGO
Chove en Santiago
meu doce amor
camelia branca do ar
brila entebrecida ao sol.
| Llueve en Santiago
mi dulce amor
camelia blanca del aire
brilla entre tinieblas al sol.
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Chove en Santiago
na noite escura.
Herbas de prata e sono
cobren a valeira lúa. | Llueve en Santiago
en la noche oscura.
Hierbas de plata y oro
cubren la vacía luna.
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Olla a choiva pola rúa
laio de pedra e cristal.
Olla no vento esvaido
soma e cinza do teu mar. | Mira la lluvia por la calle
quejido de piedra y cristal.
Mira en el viento desvanecido
fuente y ceniza de tu mar.
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Soma e cinza do teu mar
Santiago, lonxe do sol;
agoa da mañan anterga
trema no meu corazón.
| Fuente y ceniza de tu mar
Santiago, lejos del sol;
agua de la mañana ancestral
tiembla en mi corazón.
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It is raining in Santiago,
My sweet love.
The white camellia of the air,
Shines between twilight and the sun.
It is raining in Santiago,
In the dark night.
Herbs of silver and gold,
Cover the empty moon.
Look at the rain in the street,
Moaning of crystal and stone.
See, in the wind vanishing,
Fountain and ash of your sea.
Fountain and ash of your sea,
Santiago, so far from the sun.
The water of the ancestral morning,
Is trembling in my heart.
Federico García Lorca
Lorca is the most celebrated poet of Spain. Most of his poems were written in Castilian and inspired by Andalucía and Granada where he spent his childhood and youth. However, he had happy connections with Galicia and had several Galician friends. This is part of his tribute – ‘Six Poems In Galician’ and was written in that language. Strange to say, it has rained in Santiago on every occasion I have visited it.
I have posted this before, but it is one of my favourites of Santiago.