| El rayo de Luna (The Moonbeam): Primera parte |
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Era
noble, había nacido entre el estruendo
de las armas, y el insólito clamor
de una trompa de guerra no le hubiera hecho
levantar la cabeza un instante ni apartar
sus ojos un punto del oscuro pergamino en
que leía la última cantiga
de un trovador.
Los que quisieran encontrarle, no lo debían
buscar en el anchuroso patio de su castillo,
donde los palafreneros domaban los potros,
los pajes enseñaban a volar a los
halcones, y los soldados se entretenían
los días de reposo en afilar el hierro
de su lanza contra una piedra.
He was noble - born between the clinking weapons, and the unknown sound of the war trumpet would not have made him lift his head or only the eyes from the dark parchment, in which he was reading the swansong of a minstrel.
Those ones, who wanted to find him, should not have been looking in the yard of his castle, where the
grooms were breaking in the horses, the squires were training the hawks and the soldier were spending their spare times sharpening the iron of their lances.
Those ones, who wanted to find him, should not have been looking in the yard of his castle, where the
grooms were breaking in the horses, the squires were training the hawks and the soldier were spending their spare times sharpening the iron of their lances.
| vocabulary | |
| el estruendo de las armas = sound of clinking weapons | |
| el clamor de una trompa de guerra = sound of the war trumpet | |
| la última cantiga de un trovador = swansong of a minstrel | |
| el palafrenero = groom | |
| domar los potros = to break in a (young) horse | |
| el paje = squire | |
| el halcón = hawk | |
| afilar el hierro de su lanza = to sharpen the iron of his lance | |
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