Salvas

Torre de muros de ámbar,
solitario laurel en una plaza de piedra,
golfo imprevisto,
sonrisa en un oscuro pasillo,
andar de río que fluye entre palacios,
dulce cometa que me ciega y se aleja...

Puente bajo cuyos arcos corre siempre la vida.

Octavio Paz

Valley

Wake hard in the morning
See the young girl milking
Stream rushing by on a bed of stone
Old goats and sandstone cracking
All containing
Squeezing that river like it squeeze your bones
In the long red, red valley people live here too long
In the long red, red valley they only sing the valley song

Some bad people living further down the valley
Not easy for us to do good trade
We got snowmelt, snowmelt sweet water
They got that valley road that they made
In the long red, red valley people dying here too long
In the long red, red valley they only sing the valley song

Holding hands on the hillside
Showing love to your brother
your sister and your mother
but we hate those people down the valley

Has anybody seen Moses?
Get him off that mountain
Bring back the tablets of stone
It's a wise, wise prophet who keeps his own council
Yeah, leave the other man's wife alone
In the long red, red valley people live here too long
In the long red, red valley they only sing the valley song

Wake hard in the morning
See the young girl milking
Stream rushing by on a bed of stone
Old goats and sandstone cracking
All containing
Squeezing that river like it squeeze your bones
In the long red, red valley people living here too long
In the long red, red valley they only live the valley song
In the long red, red valley people dying here too long
In the long red, red valley they only know the valley song

Jethro Tull

Jardín de invierno

Llega el invierno. Espléndido dictado
me dan las lentas hojas
vestidas de silencio y amarillo.

Soy un libro de nieve,
una espaciosa mano, una pradera,
un círculo que espera,
pertenezco a la tierra y a su invierno.

Creció el rumor del mundo en el follaje,
ardió después el trigo constelado
por flores rojas como quemaduras,
luego llegó el otoño a establecer
la escritura del vino:
todo pasó, fue cielo pasajero
la copa del estío,
y se apagó la nube navegante.

Yo esperé en el balcón tan enlutado,
como ayer con las yedras de mi infancia,
que la tierra extendiera
sus alas en mi amor deshabitado.

Yo supe que la rosa caería
y el hueso del durazno transitorio
volvería a dormir y a germinar:
y me embriagué con la copa del aire
hasta que todo el mar se hizo nocturno
y el arrebol se convirtió en ceniza.

La tierra vive ahora
tranquilizando su interrogatorio,
extendida la piel de su silencio.

Yo vuelvo a ser ahora
el taciturno que llegó de lejos
envuelto en lluvia fría y en campanas:
debo a la muerte pura de la tierra
la voluntad de mis germinaciones.

Pablo Neruda

Peace In The Valley

Oh well, I'm tired and so weary
But I must go alone
Till the lord comes and calls, calls me away, oh yes
Well the morning's so bright
And the lamp is alight
And the night, night is as black as the sea, oh yes

There will be peace in the valley for me, some day
There will be peace in the valley for me, oh Lord I pray
There'll be no sadness, no sorrow
No trouble, trouble I see
There will be peace in the valley for me, for me

Well the bear will be gentle
And the wolves will be tame
And the lion shall lay down by the lamb, oh yes
And the beasts from the wild
Shall be lit by a child
And I'll be changed, changed from this creature that I am, oh yes

There will be peace in the valley for me, some day
There will be peace in the valley for me, oh Lord I pray
There'll be no sadness, no sorrow
No trouble, trouble I see
There will be peace in the valley for me, for me

Elvis Presley