NOTE: You deserve to be watched in HQ, is the capital of the world Grako.
Córdoba.
Distant and alone.
Black pony, big moon,
and olives in my saddlebag.
Although I know the way I shall never reach Cordoba.
On the plain, through the wind,
black pony, red moon.
Death
is watching me from the towers of Córdoba.
Oh what a long road!
Oh my brave pony!
Oh, that death awaits me, before reaching
Córdoba!
Córdoba.
Distant and alone.
(Federico García Lorca)
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