For my fortieth birthday, a few years back, my ex-husband and I traveled to Spain, specifically to the city of Granada. It was a lovely trip including visits to the magnificent Alhambra and the Palacio de Generalife, where we toured the famous moorish gardens. We rented a small apartment in the historical district of the Albayzin and spent our days walking the streets and soaking in the local architecture and culture of this beautiful city.
Imagine, then, my delight and surprise to discover a new blogging friend from Granada, Senor Alberto Granados. He recently posted a delightful poem and photographs of a walk through Granada featuring a famous species of tree, the Ginkgo biloba. The post brought back my fond memories of his home town.
With Alberto's permission and help, I am re-blogging his post,
Imagenes de Granada. 11: Nuestros ginkgos biloba.
Thank you, Alberto for help in translating Dona Elena's poem and providing the images.
A tree. Good. Yellow
of autumn. It opens up
to the sky brilliantly, eager
for more light. Screams its splendor
into the garden. And natural,
free, it scatters its colour
straight against the blue. It grows
like a flame, blazes, illuminates
its ancient blood. Dominates
all the air branch by branch.
All the air, branch by branch
aglow with the yellow abundance
of the tree. Shines
that, only blue, lights
with a golden fire: Oriflamme.
Not flag. Joyful fountain
of colour: it nails up
its golden pole towards the sky.
Its eagerness of many centuries
reaches us. Light from the East.
Yellow. The wind does not
imagine yet, the flight
of its leaves, its brightness
already faded. The gloomy
evening approaches. Not even foretells
its loneliness, that sorrow
of its branches.
It was certitude,
joy - autumn! Beacon
of open light.
afterwards. Where is your beauty?
~ Elena Martin Vivaldi