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A Translation of “Bad Dreams” By Antonio Machado

14 September 2012

Los Sueños Malos, Por Antonio Machado

Está la plaza sombría;
muere el día.
Suenan lejos las campanas.
De balcones y ventanas
se iluminan las vidrieras,
con reflejos mortecinos,
como huesos blanquecinos
y borrosas calaveras.
En toda la tarde brilla
una luz de pesadilla.
Está el sol en el ocaso.
Suena el eco de mi paso.
¿Eres tú? Ya te esperaba…
¿No eras tú a quien yo buscaba?

Bad Dreams, By Antonio Machado

A somber plaza;
Twilight.
Distant bells sound.
From balconies and windows,
Stained glass is illuminated
With mortifying reflections
Like blanched bones
And blurred skulls.
The afternoon shines
With the light of a nightmare.
The western sun sets.
An echo sounds from my step.
Is it you? I was expecting you.
Wasn’t it you I was searching for?

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