Malagueña
Federico Garcia Lorca
La muerte
entra y sale
de la taberna.
Pasan caballos negros
y gente siniestra
por los hondos caminos
de la guitarra.
Y hay un olor a sal
y a sangre de hembra,
en los nardos febriles
de la marina.
La muerte
entra y sale
y sale y entra
la muerte
de la taberna.
Malagueña
Death
comes and goes
from the tavern
Passing along the deep
paths of the guitar are
midnight horses
and sinister personas
There is the smell
of brine and the blood
of female comrades
in the sickly ferns of the
shipyard
Death
comes and goes
goes and comes
from the tavern
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