Miró. The Pine of Formentor. Engraving Aguatinta 1976 The Pine of Formentor
Miquel Costa i Llobera
my heart loves a tree! Oldest olive
stronger than oak, more green than orange, canned
ses
and leaf spring eternal struggle with the winds that atupen the banks, it creak
that region.
not watch ses leaves for the flower lover, not the
Ses Fontanella shadows kiss;
month aroma God anointed his head and gave him consecrated ground
the rugged mountains, the vast source
for March When
far above the waves, they are divine light,
not sing to the bird that encaptivam ses branches;
hears the cry of the sublime sea eagle or vulture who
up being gigantic wing
leaves are removed. From silt
his life not of this earth sustains;
revincla for his powerful roots rock;
have rains and winds and light pink and fiery
and as an old prophet, receives life and feeds the
love the sky.
Tree sublime! the genius he is the spitting image;
overlooking the mountains and the endless wait;
him to the ground is hard, most are kisses ramatge
love the sky, and has lightning and weather for
glory and delight.
Oh yes, when the winds roar at leisure
and appears between the foam you turn your rock, then he laughs and sings
stronger than
waves and winning over the clouds shake his
caballera real.
tree envy my heart. On the ground impure
as I pledge I shall wear your holy memory.
constant struggle and win, and reign over the height
feed themselves and live in heaven and pure light ...
Oh life! oh noble luck! Top
strong soul! Transfer the boirada
and rooted within the tree as the height of cliffs.
You'll fall in tea plants in the world angry sea, and teas
songs will calm the wind and the bird
storms.
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