Everything is in the verses of Machado. If anything, we need to remember the Nazarenes retracing his steps.
April are a thousand waters. The wind blows
overcast,
between cloudy and overcast and there are patches of sky
indigo.
water and sun. The rainbow shines.
In a distant cloud, a flash
yellow zigzags.
Rain
given in the window and glass rattles.
Through the haze that forms
light rain,
overlooking a green meadow and an oak are
stump, and a saw gray
lost. The wires in the rain
bias the nascent leaves, and stir the murky
waves in the backwater of the Duero. Raining
is in the bean fields and the brown
sowings
sunshine on the oaks,
puddles on the roads.
rain and sun.
darkens and the field, and lights;
there a hill disappears, there arises a hill
.
already are clear, and the scattered hamlets
dark,
the distant towers. Towards the mountains leaden
are rolling in platoons
wadding and ash clouds.
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