Spanish poems
It would be nice to read the poems of interesting modern Spanish poets and translate some difficult expressions from their work
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Hey Mia,
Why don't you give that a try? Do some translations of something you find difficult, and post it here for comments?
What a great idea!
J
Also we don´t forget the "copla"! wiki: "The copla is a poetic form of four verses that provides found in many Spanish popular songs as well as in Spanish language literature".
Example: singer Estrellita Castro. A sad song about exile
This poet looks interesting.
P.s. please only post one thread on a single topic. Thanks!
Tu Risa by Pablo Neruda is my favorite. Enjoy!
My favorite are Federico Garcia Lorca, Antonio Machado, Miguel Hernández... and from the Golden century Garcilaso de la Vega.
Para Jorden365, como tu sugeriste:
Tu Risa - De Pablo Neruda:
Quítame el pan, si quieres, quítame el aire, pero no me quites tu risa.
Take from me (my) bread if you want. Take the air from me, but don’t take from me your laughter.
No me quites la rosa, la lanza que desgranas, el agua que de pronto estalla en tu alegría, la repentina ola de plata que te nace.
Don’t take from me the rose, the thorn that you sprout, the water that so soon, erupts in your happiness the sudden wave of silver which bore you.
Mi lucha es dura y vuelvo con los ojos cansados a veces de haber visto la tierra que no cambia, pero al entrar tu risa sube al cielo buscándome y abre para mí todas las puertas de la vida.
My struggle is hard and I return sometimes with tired eyes of having seen the land which does not change, but at the appearance of your laughter, it rises to the sky searching for me and opens for me all the doors of life.
Amor mío, en la hora más oscura desgrana tu risa, y si de pronto ves que mi sangre mancha las piedras de la calle, ríe, por que tu risa será para mis manos como una espada fresca.
My love in the darkest hour sprouts your smile and if suddenly you see that my blood stains the stones of the street, laugh. because your laughter will be like a new sword for my hands
Junto al mar en otoño, tu risa debe alzar su cascada de espuma, y en primavera, amor, quiero tu risa como la flor que yo esperaba, la flor azul, la rosa de mi patria sonora.
Together with the sea in Autumn, your laugh must lift its cascading foam and in the spring, my love i want your laughter as the flower for which I’ve waited, the blue flower, the rose of my home, Sonora.
Ríete de la noche, del día, de la luna, ríete de las calles torcidas de la isla, ríete de este torpe muchacho que te quiere, pero cuando yo abro los ojos y los cierro, cuando mis pasos van, cuando vuelven mis pasos, niégame el pan, el aire, la luz, la primavera, pero tu risa nunca por que me moriría.
Laugh at the night at the day, at the moon, laugh at the twisted streets of the island, laugh at this awkward boy who you love, but when I open my eyes and close them, when my footsteps leave, when my footsteps return, deny me bread... air... the light, the spring, but never your laughter Because I would die.
Es poesia hermosa. Desafortunadamente, mi traducción no es lo mejor, pero espero que he capturado la idea principal. ¿Que piensen, amigos?
Dearest Mariana he must be an interesting poet I will find out something about him too thanks so much
