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IV
IV
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MARIPOSAS BLANCAS
WHITE BUTTERFLIES
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La noche cae, brumosa ya y morada.
Night falls, already misty and purple.
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Vagas claridades malvas y verdes perduran tras la torre de la iglesia.
Vague mauve and green glimmers linger behind the church tower.
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El camino sube, lleno de sombras, de campanillas, de fragancia de hierba, de canciones, de cansancio y de anhelo.
The path climbs, full of shadows, of morning glories, of the fragrance of grass, of songs, of weariness and of longing.
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De pronto, un hombre obscuro, con una gorra y un pincho, roja un instante la cara fea por la luz del cigarro, baja á nosotros de una casucha miserable, perdida entre sacas de carbón.
Suddenly, a dark man with a cap and a hook, his ugly face reddened for an instant by the light of his cigar, comes down to us from a wretched hut, lost among coal sacks.
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Platero se amedrenta.
Platero is frightened.
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--¿Va algo?
"Carrying anything?"
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--Vea usted...
"See for yourself..."
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Mariposas blancas...
White butterflies..."
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El hombre quiere clavar su pincho de hierro en el seroncillo, y yo lo evito.
The man wants to stick his iron hook into the little pannier, and I prevent him.
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Abro la alforja y él no ve nada.
I open the saddlebag and he sees nothing.
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Y el alimento ideal pasa, libre y cándido, sin pagar su tributo á los Consumos...
And the ideal food passes, free and innocent, without paying its tribute to the Custom-house...