When I gaze on you there by the skirts of Montjuic,
I seem to see you in the arms of the giant Alcides,
who, to protect the daughter born from his own side,
became a mountain and stayed here.
And watching you for ever winning rock from his heart
for your houses, that grow like trees in good ground,
it’s as though you were saying to the waves and the sky and the mountains:
Look on her now, bone of my bones - and grown as great as I!
(Pearse Hutchinson's translation of a passage from Oda a Barcelona by Jacint Verdagues i Santaló)
Muito boa a conexão dos lugares com poemas e os quadros! Parabens!
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