Ausente
Lament for
Ignacio
Sánchez
Mejías
The stone ridge doesn't know you, nor does Fall will come with a half a turn Because you've died forever No one knows you. No. But I sing you. This andalucian clarity, so rich with adventure, No te conoce el lomo de la piedra, El otoño vendrá con caracolas, Porque te has muerto para siempre, No te conoce nadie. No. Pero yo te canto. Tardará mucho tiempo en nacer, si es que nace,
The bull or the fig don't know you, neither do
the horses --- nor the ants in your house.
Neither the children nor the evening know you
Because you have died forever.
the black outdoors where you destroyed yourself.
Your silent memories don't know you
Because you've died forever.
Grapes of fog and the clustered mountains,
But no-one will want to look in your eyes
Because you've died forever.
Like all the dead of all the earth,
like all the dead that they've forgotten
in a mountain of muted dogs.
Now I sing your appearance and your grace.
The great ripening of your wisdom.
Your hunger for death, and the pleasure of its taste.
The sadness that hid your brave joy.
Will take a long time to be born, if it's to be born.
I sing his elegance with words of lament;
I remember a sad fog coming off the olive trees.
ni caballos ni hormigas de tu casa.
No te conoce el niño ni la tarde
porque te has muerto para siempre.
ni el raso negro donde te destrozas.
No te conoce tu recuerdo mudo
porque te has muerto para siempre.
uva de niebla y montes agrupados,
pero nadie querrá mirar tus ojos
porque te has muerto para siempre.
como todos los muertos de la Tierra,
como todos los muertos que se olvidan
en un montón de perros apagados.
Yo canto para luego tu perfil y tu gracia.
La madurez insigne de tu conocimiento.
Tu apetencia de muerte y el gusto de su boca.
La tristeza que tuvo tu valiente alegría.
un andaluz claro, tan rico de aventura.
Yo canto su elegancia con palabras que gimen
y recuerdo una brisa triste por los olivos.