Horizonte

Horizonte

Federico García Lorca


Sobre la verde bruma 
se cae un sol sin rayos

La ribera sombría
Sueña al par que la barca
y la esquila inevitable
traba la melancolia

En mi alma de ayer
suena un tamborcillo
de plata

Horizon

Mira Revesz


Above the sea-green mist
a rayless sun spills down.

Along the shore, shade
dreams to the rhythm of the boat
and a bell that’s always there
weaves with what’s bittersweet.

In my soul of days past
a silver timbrel
chimes.