YERMA. Yo he venido a estas cuatro paredes para no resignarme. Cuando tenga la cabeza atada con un pañuelo para que no se me abra la boca, y las manos bien amarradas dentro del ataúd, en esa hora me h...
The night above. We two. Full moon.I started to weep, you laughed.Your scorn was a god, my lamentsmoments and doves in a chain.The night below. We two. Crystal of pain.You wept over great distances.My...
The dawn comes and no one receives it in his mouth,for there no morn or hope is possible.
Porque tú crees que el tiempo cura y que las paredes tapan, y no es verdad, no es verdad.
Like a snake, my hearthas shed its skin.I hold it there in my hand,full of honey and wounds.
Life is not a dream. Careful! Careful! Careful! We fall down the stairs in order to eat the moist earth or we climb to the knife edge of the snow with the voices ofthe dead dahlias. But forgetfulness...
¡Cigarra!¡Dichosa tú!,que sobre el lecho de tierramueres borracha de luz.Tú sabes de las campiñasel secreto de la vida,y el cuento del hada viejaque nacer hierba sentíaen ti quedóse guardado.¡Cigarra!...
To be silent and consumed by fire is the worst punishment on earth,
The river GuadalquivirFlows between oranges and olivesThe two rivers of GranadaDescend from the snow to the wheatOh my love!Who went and never returnedThe river GuadalquivirHas beards of maroonThe two...
The evening, lacking intelligent relations, crumbles down into the haze of the horizon.)
The Little Mute BoyThe little boy was looking for his voice.(The king of the crickets had it.)In a drop of waterthe little boy was looking for his voice.I do not want it for speaking with;I will make...
¡Libros! ¡Libros! Hace aquí una palabra mágica que equivale a decir: amor, amor, y que debían los pueblos pedir como piden pan o como anhelan la lluvia para sus sementeras. Cuando el insigne escritor...
¡Ay, qué terribles cinco de la tarde!.¡Eran las cinco en todos los relojesEran las cinco en sombra de la tarde!
¡Ay qué sinrazón! No quierocontigo cama ni cenay no hay un minuto del díaque estar contigo no quisiera,porque me arrastras y voy,y me dices que me vuelvay te sigo por el airecomo una brizna de hierba.
When the moon sails outwith a hundred faces all the same,
Voglio dormire un momento,un momento, un minuto, un secolo;ma tutti sappiano che non sono morto;che c'è una stella d'oro sulle mie labbra;
The important thing in life is to let the years carry us along.
Like a snake, my hearthas shed its skin.I hold it here in my hand,full of honey and wounds.
Do you like me? -Yes, and you? -Yes, yes.
¡Aquí se acabaron las voces de presidio! (ADELA arrebata un bastón a su madre y lo parte en dos). No dé usted un paso más.