09 Ene Singing vidalita
My childhood memories are of a courtyard in Seville,
and a clear orchard where the lemon; One
my youth, twenty years in the land of Castile,
my history, some cases do not want to remember.
Not a seducer Would flow nor a Bradomín have been
-and you know my clumsy indumentario- dressing,
but I got the arrow assigned me Cupid,
and as they may have loved hospital.
There is in my veins blood drops Jacobin,
but my verse flows from serene spring;
and, more than a man who knows how to use his doctrine,
I am, in the best sense of the word, good.
And when the last day of the trip,
and from the ship is to never have to turn,
I find a light board luggage,
almost naked, as the sons of the sea.