Tuesday, November 16, 2010

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Miguel Hernández / Radio Radio 10/11/1910


started the program with a tribute to Miguel Hernandez, the poem:

harvesters (Jaén, get wild)

Andaluces de Jaén, harvesters
haughty,
tell me in the soul: who,
who raised olives?
not lifted them out of nothing,
neither money nor master, but the land
quiet,
work and sweat. United
pure water and planets together, the three gave
beauty of the twisted trunks.
Arise, olive gray,
said at the foot of wind. And the olive
raised a hand
powerful foundation.
Andaluces de Jaén, harvesters
haughty,
tell me in the soul: who nursed
olive trees?
Your blood, your life,
operator not to be enriched
in the wound
generous
sweat.
the landowner's not
who buried you in poverty, that I stomped
forehead
that lowered your head.
Trees
your desire
consecrated the middle of the day were beginning
a bread that only the other ate.
many centuries of olive
the prisoners hands and feet,
sun to sun and moon to moon,
weigh on your bones!
Andaluces de Jaén, harvesters
conceited
my soul
question: who,
who are these trees?
Jaén, get on your brave
moonstones,
're not going to be a slave
with all your olive grove.
Within
clarity and aroma oil,
indicate your freedom the freedom of your hills.

(Miguel Hernández, 1910-1942)





read more poems not because we had the calls from our friends, Matthew, Encarna, Sebastián, Carlos Serra and Azucena who read their own. Thanks to all, as always, tune in and participate.

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