Bach Organ Idea Mix

A hamfisted attempt at a spanish-esque song with beautiful words written by Ramon ortega

Filas de caserones de vieja arquitectura
que en el portón ostentan el signo de la cruz;
sobre la calle hosca pasa la noche obscura
como un fúnebre paño. Ni una voz, ni una luz.

En esta casa tuya, quizás en las ojivas
entre el silencio grave de la calleja sola,
tejieron un murmullo de pláticas furtivas
un linajudo hidalgo y una dama española.

Mas, hoy es, ¡oh Señora! Un rondador nocturno.

Y quien, bajo la noche, frente al balcón florido
se angustia al ver el sacro blancor de tu vestido
que cruza vagamente detrás de los cristales.
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Rows of big houses of old-fashioned architecture
which sport the sign of the cross over their gates;
over the rough street strolls the dark night
like a funereal cloth. Not a voice, neither a light.

In this house of yours, perhaps in the ojives
in the solemn silence of the lonely street,
a murmur of furtive talks was developed
by a gentleman of good lineage and a Spanish lady.

But, today he is, oh Lady! a nocturnal wanderer,


And, who, at night, in front of your flowery porch
suffers upon seeing the sacred white of your dress
when it crosses vaguely behind the French doors.

Ramon_Ortega_ El amor errante

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