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XVII
XVII
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CALOSFRÍO
CHILL
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La luna viene con nosotros, grande, redonda, pura.
The moon goes with us, large, round, pure.
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En los prados soñolientos se ven, vagamente, no sé qué cabras negras, entre las zarzamoras...
In the sleepy meadows one can vaguely see I know not what black goats among the blackberry brambles...
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Alguien se esconde, tácito, á nuestro pasar...
Someone hides, silent, as we pass by...
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Sobre el vallado, un almendro inmenso, níveo de flor y de luna, revuelta la copa con una nube blanca, cobija el camino asaeteado de estrellas de Marzo...
Over the fence, an immense almond tree, snow-white with blossoms and moonlight, its crown mingled with a white cloud, shelters the path pierced by March stars...
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Un olor penetrante á naranjas..., humedad y silencio...
A penetrating scent of oranges..., dampness and silence...
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La cañada de las Brujas...
The Witches' Glen...
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--¡Platero, qué... frío!
—Platero, how... cold it is!
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Platero, no sé si con su miedo ó con el mío, trota, entra en el arroyo, pisa la luna y la hace pedazos.
Platero, I know not whether with his own fear or with mine, trots, enters the stream, steps on the moon and breaks it into pieces.
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Es como si un enjambre de claras rosas de cristal se enredara, queriendo retenerlo, á su trote...
It is as if a swarm of clear crystal roses were tangled about his trot, trying to hold him back...
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Y trota Platero, cuesta arriba, encogida la grupa cual si alguien le fuese á alcanzar, sintiendo ya la tibieza suave del pueblo que se acerca...
And Platero trots uphill, his rump tucked in as if someone were about to catch him, already feeling the soft warmth of the approaching town...