Juan Breva
Juan Breva tenía
cuerpo de gigante
y voz de niña.
Nada como su trino.
Era la misma
pena cantando
detrás de una sonrisa.
Evoca los limonares
de Málaga la dormida,
y hay en su llanto dejos
de sal marina.
Como Homero cantó
ciego. Su voz tenía,
algo de mar sin luz
y naranja exprimida.
Juan Breva
Juan Breva had
the body of a giant
and the voice of a young girl.
Nothing was like his warbling.
It was itself
pain singing
behind a smile.
He evoked the lemons
of Málaga, the sleepy one,
and had in his weeping tones
the brine of the ocean.
Like Homer, he sang
blind. His voice held
something of sea with no light
and an orange squeezed dry.
Translated by A. S. KlineEtiquetas: Federico García Lorca |
