My recent poem about Frederico Garcia Lorca led me to thinking you might want a sample of his work. This piece  was written when Lorca was 23. It is emblematic of his work and even then very prophetical. The translation is by Alan S Trueblood.I present the Spanish version after the English.

Riders Song

By Frederico Garcia Lorca

Cordoba
Distant and lonely

Black pony, large moon,
In my saddlebags,
Well as I know the roads
I shall never reach Cordoba

Over the plain , through the wind
Black pony , red moon
death keeps a watch on me
From Cordoba's towers

Oh! such a long way to go
And, oh my spirited pony
Ah but death awaits me
Before I ever reach Cordoba

Cordoba
Distant and lonely

Cancion de Jinette

By Frederico Garcia Lorca 

Cordoba
Lejana y sola

Jaca negra, luna grande,
Y aceitunas en mi alforja
Aunque sepa los caminos
Yo nunca llegare a Cordoba

Por el llano, por el viento
Jaca negra, luna roja
La muerte me esta mirando
Desde las torres de Cordoba

!Ay que camino tan largo!
!Ay mi jaca valerosa!
!Ay que la muerte me espera,
Antes de llegar a Cordoba

Cordoba
Lejana y sola