The sad sea DE ANTONIO MACHADO.

The sad sea

A sea of steel with gray waves throbs
inside the rough greyish walls
of the old port. The north wind blows
and ripples the sea. The sad sea lulls
a bitter illusion with its gray waves.
The north wind ripples the sea, and the sea lashes
the port wall.
The horizon closes the afternoon
anubarrado. On the sea of steel
There is a heaven of lead.
The red brig is a ghost
bloody, on the sea, that the sea shakes ...
Loudly hums the north wind and whistles sad
in the bitter lyre of the strong rigging.
The red brig is a ghost
that the wind shakes and rocks the curly sea,
the rough sea curled with gray waves.

A sea of steel with gray waves throbs
inside the rough greyish walls
of the old port. The north wind blows
and ripples the sea. The sad sea lulls
a bitter illusion with its gray waves.
The north wind ripples the sea, and the sea lashes
the port wall.

The horizon closes the afternoon
anubarrado. On the sea of steel
There is a heaven of lead.
The red brig is a ghost
bloody, on the sea, that the sea shakes ...
Loudly hums the north wind and whistles sad
in the bitter lyre of the strong rigging.
The red brig is a ghost
that the wind shakes and rocks the curly sea,
the rough sea curled with gray waves.