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Centenary of Miguel Hernández

hundred years ago you arrive,

one hundred have passed, it is not over ...

last song
Child of light and shadow
mouth
The deserted sandals
came with three wounds
least your belly
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Andaluces de Jaén - Miguel Hernández

... not up nothing, neither money nor Mr. ...

Andalusians of Jaén

Andaluces de Jaén, harvesters

haughty,

tell me from your soul, who, who got up

olives?

Andaluces Jaén.

Andaluces de Jaén.

not pick them up from nothing,

neither money nor Mr.,

land but quiet,

work and sweat.

United

pure water and the planets together, the three gave

beauty of the twisted trunks.

Andaluces de Jaén.

Andaluces de Jaén, harvesters

tell me proud in the soul, whose,

of who they are olive trees?

Andaluces de Jaen.

Andaluces de Jaen,

many centuries of olive

the prisoners hands and feet,

sun to sun and moon to moon,

weigh on your bones!

Jaén, get on your brave

moonstones,

're not going to be a slave

with all your olive grove.

Andaluces de Jaen.

Andaluces de Jaén, harvesters

haughty,

tell me from your soul, who,

of who they are olive trees?

Andaluces de Jaen.

Andaluces de Jaén.

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For Freedom - Miguel Hernández

FOR FREEDOM

bleed for freedom, fight, live on.

For freedom, my eyes and my hands, like a tree

carnal generous and imprisoned, I

surgeons.

of freedom I feel more hearts

that sand in my chest, my veins are foams,

and go into the hospitals, and entered the cotton

as lilies.

(For me freedom

loose in battle those who have rolled her statue in the mud.

And I break loose shots of my feet, my arms,

my house, all.)

Because where some empty matted,

she will put two stones into the future, and will

new arms and legs to grow new

in meat harvested.

sprout winged autumn sap without

relics of my body I lose every wound.

Because I am like the tree cut down, that sucker:

because even I have a life.