Virtual ensembles 2020-21

A little white hen with fluffy feathers looks for food.
She begins to laugh. Ka, ka, ka, ka ney!
The hen has laid an egg!

The baker can bake little cakes that are spicy with sweet frosting and we will drink refreshing wine. Ka, ka, ka, ka ney! The hen has laid an egg.

Ah, how pitiful.
Rainy days, rainy days,
the rain falls next to my body.
My clothes are drenched, yet there is no shelter,
and my head is bare. How pitiful!

Rice pudding,
I want to marry a young lady from San Nicolàs
Who knows how to embroider,
Who knows how to knit,
Who knows how to open the door to go out and play.

The dove was mistaken.
She was mistaken.

Instead of north, she headed south.
She mistook wheat for water.
She was mistaken.

She mistook the sea for the sky;
the night for the morning.
She was mistaken.

That stars were dew,
that warmth was snow.
She was mistaken.

That your skirt was your blouse;
that your heart was her home.
She was mistaken.

(She fell asleep on the shore.
And you, on top of a bough.)

text by Rafael Alberti