Letters from Granada

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.

Ginkgo Biloba

(Millennial Tree)

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



Alberto Granados said...

Wow! It looks really good. We'll repeat our collaboration in futures posts.


Alberto Granados said...

Oh, oh: that "futures" eaches a lot (mainly because I've spent forty year teaching my Primary pupils the English adjective is "invariable"). So sorry....!


red dirt girl said...

AG ~ I'm so happy you like the re-post. I, too, look forward to collaborating with you again. No need to apologize futures! It actually makes sense to have adjectives match the plurality of the nouns they modify. English is a strange and difficult language!


Adullamite said...

You have reached 40?
I don't believe it!

goatman said...

It is neat when that happens -- we are all interconnected in some way or another.
Nice photos of Granada.

red dirt girl said...

Adullamite ~ You're such the gentleman!

Unless of course if you are being ironic, then .... hmmm. You know you are not supposed to ever ask a lady her age in polite company. But I do not care. I am 47 and soon will be looking at my 5th decade of life, god and health be willing!

Maybe it is because I am young at heart that you disbelieve ... :)


red dirt girl said...

Hi goatman ~ oh yes, I like that thought, that we are all interconnected in some way that is meaningful.

Just think, Alberto and I might have passed one another on the streets of Granada. Or he might have been that gentleman in the corner of the cafe, drinking his espresso and reading the morning paper while I ordered a cafe americano and a chocolate filled croissant!

I am not one who believes in random happenstance, the things that statistically are a billion to one. I like to think we are all placed in the paths of one another for a purpose. That purpose, hopefully, to bring good or even just a warm smile to brighten the day of another. But I suppose that is food for another blog post on the purpose of our lives :) part 2.

I hope AG will share more photos of Granada. It is a lovely city.


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goatman said...

I may have to go with random on this. . .
Even events that are a billion to one have to happen!

red dirt girl said...

Ahh goatman, c'mon, you're letting your engineering mind out race your believing heart ... :)


goatman said...

And which would like to believe: me or your lying eyes?

red dirt girl said...

Oh goatman, this one is EASY! I was a FOOL for the Eagles back in the day .....

"Lyin' Eyes"

City girls just seem to find out early
How to open doors with just a smile
A rich old man
And she won't have to worry
She'll dress up all in lace and go in style

Late at night a big old house gets lonely
I guess every form of refuge has its price
And it breaks her heart to think her love is
Only given to a man with hands as cold as ice

So she tells him she must go out for the evening
To comfort an old friend who's feelin' down
But he knows where she's goin' as she's leavin'
She is headed for the cheatin' side of town

You can't hide your lyin' eyes
And your smile is a thin disguise
I thought by now you'd realize
There ain't no way to hide your lyin eyes

On the other side of town a boy is waiting
with fiery eyes and dreams no one could steal
She drives on through the night anticipating
'Cause he makes her feel the way she used to feel

She rushes to his arms,
They fall together
She whispers that it's only for awhile
She swears that soon she'll be comin' back forever
She pulls away and leaves him with a smile

You can't hide your lyin' eyes
And your smile is a thin disguise
I thought by now you'd realize
There ain't no way to hide you lyin' eyes

She gets up and pours herself a strong one
And stares out at the stars up in the sky
Another night, it's gonna be a long one
She draws the shade and hangs her head to cry

She wonders how it ever got this crazy
She thinks about a boy she knew in school
Did she get tired or did she just get lazy?
She's so far gone she feels just like a fool

My, oh my, you sure know how to arrange things
You set it up so well, so carefully
Ain't it funny how your new life didn't change things
You're still the same old girl you used to be

You can't hide your lyin eyes
And your smile is a thin disguise
I thought by now you'd realize
There ain't no way to hide your lyin' eyes
There ain't no way to hide your lyin' eyes
Honey, you can't hide your lyin' eyes