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Gongora: 450 years after his birth.

these days is held the conference in Cordoba Cosmopoética , in which, among other things, will pay tribute to those 450 years of the birth of Góngora.

Javier In class, my son, are learning a verse of one of the poems, actually a letrilla, creator of the Golden Age Cordoba

And where to look: it starts one day and not it knows where it ends. News comes that are expected. And I reaffirm, restless, as letrilla Góngora and left us.

Learn, Flores,
me so far from yesterday to today, yesterday
I wonder,
and today I am not even my shadow.

The dawn yesterday I gave birth, coffin
night I gave it no light
die if
not pay me the Moon:
because of you no longer
end so
learn, Flores,
me so far from yesterday to today, yesterday
I wonder, ;
and today I am not even my shadow. Consuelo

sweet carnation
age is to brief me,
he who gave me one day,
two just gave him
ephemeral garden, I
Cardenas, crimson. Learn
, Flores,
me so far from yesterday to today, yesterday
I wonder,
and today I am not even my shadow. Flor

Jasmine is, if beautiful,
not most lifers,
lasts a few more hours because
star that is rays;
if amber blooms, is she
he holds the flower itself. Learn
, Flores,
me so far from yesterday to today, yesterday
I wonder,
and today I am not even my shadow.

The Wallflower, even rude
in fragrance and color, more days
see another flower,
he sees the whole of May 1: I wonder
die and not live
wallflower . Learn
, Flores,
me so far from yesterday to today, yesterday
I wonder,
and today I am not even my shadow.

A no flower more
terms gives the Sun
that the sublime sunflower
Methuselah of Flowers:
flattering eyes are on him
few saw blades. Learn
, Flores,
me so far from yesterday to today, yesterday
I wonder,
and today I am not even my shadow.

(Luis de Gongora y Argote)

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