{"id":493,"date":"2013-03-31T15:12:24","date_gmt":"2013-03-31T15:12:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/?p=493"},"modified":"2013-03-31T15:48:36","modified_gmt":"2013-03-31T15:48:36","slug":"abandoned-church-ballad-of-the-great-war-poem-torre-a-devito-translated-from-iglesia-abandonada-federico-garcia-lorca","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/abandoned-church-ballad-of-the-great-war-poem-torre-a-devito-translated-from-iglesia-abandonada-federico-garcia-lorca\/","title":{"rendered":"Abandoned Church(Ballad of The Great War)Poem.Torre A. DeVito Translated from Iglesia Abandonada.Federico Garc\u00eda Lorca"},"content":{"rendered":"
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IGLESIA ABANDONADA<\/strong>
\n(BALADA DE LA GRAN GUERRA)<\/strong><\/p>\n

Yo ten\u00eda un hijo que se llamaba Juan.<\/strong>
\n Yo ten\u00eda un hijo.<\/strong>
\nSe perdi\u00f3 por los arcos un viernes de todos los muertos.<\/strong>
\nLo vi jugar en las \u00faltimas escaleras de la misa<\/strong>
\ny echaba un cubito de hojalata en el coraz\u00f3n del sacerdote.<\/strong>
\nHe golpeado los ata\u00fades. \u00a1Mi hijo! \u00a1Mi hijo! \u00a1Mi hijo!<\/strong>
\n Saqu\u00e9 una pata de gallina por detr\u00e1s de la luna y luego<\/strong>
\ncomprend\u00ed que mi ni\u00f1a era un pez<\/strong>
\npor donde se alejan las carretas.<\/strong>
\nYo ten\u00eda una ni\u00f1a.<\/strong>
\nYo ten\u00eda un pez muerto bajo la ceniza de los incensarios.<\/strong>
\nYo ten\u00eda un mar. \u00bfDe qu\u00e9? \u00a1Dios m\u00edo! \u00a1Un mar!<\/strong>
\n Sub\u00ed a tocar las campanas, pero las frutas ten\u00edan gusanos<\/strong>
\ny las cerillas apagadas<\/strong>
\nse com\u00edan los trigos de la primavera.<\/strong>
\nYo vi la transparente cig\u00fce\u00f1a de alcohol<\/strong>
\nmondar las negras cabezas de los soldados agonizantes<\/strong>
\n y vi las caba\u00f1as de goma<\/strong>
\ndonde giraban las copas llenas de l\u00e1grimas.<\/strong>
\nEn las an\u00e9monas del ofertorio to encontrar\u00e9, \u00a1coraz\u00f3n m\u00edo!,<\/strong>
\ncuando el sacerdote levante la mula y el buey con sus fuertes brazos<\/strong>
\npara espantar los sapos nocturnos que rondan los helados paisajes del c\u00e1liz.<\/strong>
\n Yo ten\u00eda un hijo que era un gigante,<\/strong>
\npero los muertos son m\u00e1s fuertes y saben devorar pedazos de cielo.<\/strong>
\nSi mi ni\u00f1o hubiera sido un oso,<\/strong>
\nyo no temer\u00eda el siglo de los caimanes,<\/strong>
\nni hubiese visto el mar amarrado a los \u00e1rboles<\/strong>
\n para ser fornicado y herido por el tropel de los regimientos.<\/strong>
\n\u00a1Si mi ni\u00f1o hubiera sido un oso!<\/strong>
\nMe envolver\u00e9 sobre esta lona dura para no sentir el fr\u00edo de los musgos.<\/strong>
\nS\u00e9 muy bien que me dar\u00e1n una manga o la corbata;<\/strong>
\n pero en el centro de la misa yo rompere el tim\u00f3n y entonces<\/strong>
\nvendr\u00e1 a la piedra la locura de ping\u00fcinos y gaviotas<\/strong>
\nque har\u00e1n decir a los que duermen y a los que cantan por las esquinas:<\/strong>
\n\u00e9l ten\u00eda un hijo.<\/strong>
\n\u00a1Un hijo! \u00a1Un hijo! \u00a1Un hijo<\/strong>
\n que no era m\u00e1s que suyo. porque era su hijo!<\/strong>
\n\u00a1Su hijo! \u00a1Su hijo! \u00a1Su h\u00edjo!<\/strong><\/p>\n

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The Abandoned Church <\/strong>
\n(A Ballad of The Great War) <\/strong><\/p>\n

Translated and further interpreted by Torre DeVito <\/strong>
\nfrom “IGLESIA ABANDONADA” by Federico Garc\u00eda Lorca <\/strong><\/p>\n

I had a son who was named John. <\/strong>
\nI lost a son whom I look for in <\/strong>
\nthe ruins of the church one All-Hallows eve. <\/strong>
\nI see him playing on the steps during a mass long since ended, <\/strong>
\nDipping his little tin pail into the well of the priest’s heart. <\/strong>
\n I beat the coffins for my son (My son!) and cast <\/strong>
\nchicken bones during a full moon to try and understand <\/strong><\/p>\n

I had a vision that my little child was a fish <\/strong>
\nleft where they move the vendor’s carts away. <\/strong>
\n I had a little child, a fish that died <\/strong>
\nin the ashes of incense burners. <\/strong>
\nAnd in my vision I was the sea. What? My God! A vast sea! <\/strong><\/p>\n

During his funeral I rang the bells, <\/strong>
\nbut the bells have decayed like wormy fruit. <\/strong>
\n and I lit the candles, now devoured: <\/strong>
\neaten like the spring wheat. <\/strong><\/p>\n

And in the wine, I saw the invisible reaper which <\/strong>
\nplucks the black heads of anguished soldiers: <\/strong>
\nin those trays with rubber housings <\/strong>
\n in which they pass around cups filled with tears. <\/strong><\/p>\n

Amongst the holy flowers of the offertory you will find my heart <\/strong>
\nwhen the priest raises the host like one who lifts <\/strong>
\na mule or an ox with his strong arms. He does this to <\/strong>
\n scare away the toads that come out at night to haunt <\/strong>
\nthe frozen landscape of the chalice. <\/strong><\/p>\n

I had a son who was a giant, <\/strong>
\nbut the dead are stronger than the living <\/strong>
\nand they know how to devour pieces of heaven. <\/strong><\/p>\n

If my child was a bear, <\/strong>
\nI would not be afraid of the alligator’s stealth, <\/strong>
\nnor would I have seen the sea tied to the trees <\/strong>
\nto be ravished and trampled by regiments. <\/strong>
\nIf my child was a bear! <\/strong><\/p>\n

I wrap my child in stiff fabric to dispel the cold of the mosses. <\/strong>
\n I know very well that I will get a sleeve or an armband; <\/strong>
\nbut in the middle of the funeral I will break the rudder <\/strong>
\nwe will drift to a rock in the sea – full of the madness of <\/strong>
\npenguins and seagulls, and it will cause those who sleep and <\/strong>
\n those who sing from the street-corners to cry: <\/strong>
\nHe had a son. A son! A son! <\/strong><\/p>\n

I had a son! Not that he was more than my son, <\/strong>
\nbut because he belongs to us all now, they cry: <\/strong>
\nOur son, our son, our son…<\/strong><\/p>\n

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