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When I pass by your door,
I say a
Hail Mary,
as if you were dead.
On the
street
of The Winds
I devoured you
down to your
beauty
mark.
Even after
death I am
bound to keep on loving you.
For a man loves
too, when dead.
I love you from my soul, and
the soul never
dies.
You will knock at my door.
I will never get up to answer,
and you must hear my cry.
By the light of the little cigar
I
saw your face.
I have never seen
carnations glow so
crimson.
I don't know
what kind of
spell
your bottom has over me...
When I look at you
it is as if you have
given me
opium.
The eyes of my dark one
are like my
troubles;
black as my pain,
large as my
sorrows.
Pride and love
are fighting in my
head.
In a war without mercy,
where death does not
exist.
All that exists is one woman.
I was saying yesterday evening
that
there was no such thing as
a good woman.
I turned my head
and saw
my mother standing there...
I began to weep from
sorrow.
Though I tear
off the
hands of my watch,
time will not
stop.
When I pass by your side
and your
dress brushes against me,
a deep shudder runs through my
bones.
You want me to love you?
Let your mother love you,
she's obligated to!
You say you don't love her,
don't even want to see her,
but the little path between
her house and yours
grows no weeds.
My child has a balcony
Which faces the rising sun
The sun rises, my child rises,
Rises the grace of God.
Remember when back then
you came down barefoot to let me in,
and now you don’t know me.
Don’t say you loved me;
just say it was a dream
we shared.
The one who forced
our separation –
may the wings of his heart
fall to pieces on the ground.
My hands ache
from so much calling;
I find myself lost between two dreams
in the early morning.
Ayy, Curro de mi alma,
send me a letter;
just knowing you are well
would be enough; no, more than enough.
Crazy and numb,
just for a moment
I'd like to be crazy
and numb,
because feeling causes
suffering, so much suffering
and pain without end,
and the crazy man lives
without all that.
My love you come
so late
and leave so early,
I don't want, heart of mine,
such surgical
visits.
There is a
door in my soul
that has no need of a key,
for it always
remains open
and no one can close it on me.
Make signals
to me with your eyes,
for on some occasions
the eyes speak
what
the tongue cannot utter.
The night
watchman on my street
wants to take my woman away...
tonight
we will see about that,
with knife and pistol.
On that night in January,
who was
it you ran out searching for,
like an unbridled
colt?
To whatever
kind of hell you go,
I have to follow you there...
because
when I am in your presence
I carry heavenly glory with
me.
If we could be
alone
together in a room...
even if you told me
to
drink poison,
I would do it.
When I saw her
cry
I thought I would go crazy.
But later I
understood
that she cried for another;
then it was I who
cried.
I long to be
one of
the fine pearls on your
burnished
earrings,
and kiss your beautiful mouth,
and bite your
cheeks.
Who ordered you to be so pretty,
that even I am
being compromised?
Your father doubtless
was a
confectioner,
for he made your lips
out of
candy...
I want you, I want
you.
I'm dying, dying.
I'm jealous of the breeze
that moves through your hair.
Just as the
forge becomes
a fire of gold,
So do my
insides
when I remember you,
and I
weep.
Virgin of
Macarena,
the moon's reflection
shines on your dark
little face.
There is no face like your face
nor sorrow like
your sorrow
Your fireplace
is sad
because it has no fire.
If you are in need
of
wood, cousin,
I will bring it to you,
I will
bring it to you.
Malena had a
little stand where
she sold sunflower seeds
to the little
ones.
Malena of mine, Malena of mine...
dance a little
buleria!
She
loosed her robe,
that I might see
her body, lissome as a
tree.
The rosebud opened in that hour
and oh, the beauty of
my flower.
Al Mutamid
Poet-King of Sevilla
I am going to Chipiona,
to my Uncle
Picoco's bar,
where they sing and dance...
over there, where it
makes
you go crazy.
I went out to the fields to cry
like a mad man screaming,
and even the wind kept telling me
that you loved someone else.
Though I have
a well in my house,
I am dying of thirst
because the rope is
not
long enough.
All who
deserve it should
be stabbed in the heart,
for my guts ache from
being
so good to you.
I asked a
wise man a question,
and he responded instantly...
"I too have fallen in
love
and, though I am full
of wisdom... I too cry over
a
woman."
It's not the wind
you
hear at your
window,
it's the echo of my
voice,
that, because I want
you
so much, calls out to you in
the middle of the
night.
How foolish of you,
how
foolish,
for you to believe
that I love you
as
before.
Even if they
put
artillery cannons
in front of your door,
I
would enter it,
though it cost me my
life.
The sun told the
moon,
"go home little tramp,
what is a single woman doing
out at six in
the morning?"
In my house
I am keeping a
garden,
so I can sell flowers
for you if hard times
come.
I put a cross
on my chest
so the devil would not enter...
for... one day
you entered there,
and it became a
purgatory.
I don't know which is worse,
to
love as I do,
or to have no heart at
all.
You dress in
red
while I dress myself in black,
thinking you have left
me.
There is nothing left to
see,
because the little boat that
was there has set sail
and
gone away.
There, still in my
bed,
in the small hollow she left,
is the pin from her
hair,
and the little comb she used
to hold it
there
The moon
has a halo;
my love has died.
I want to live
in Granada
because I like to hear
the bell of La
Vela
as I fall asleep.
In a green
meadow I laid out
my handkerchief and three
roses appeared
like three
evening stars.
The wedding is
complete.
What a beautiful wedding!
God has blessed such a
pretty star.
Sometime, if
only out of pity,
write to me sometime,
for my heart is so
withered
with suffering that it can no
longer even feel
pain.
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