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ODE TO THE DAYS OF CORONEL
DON JOSÉ CADALSO (fragment)

Today I celebrate the days
Of my sweet poet,
The tragic Dalmiro,
Glory of our stage.
Let the beautiful Filis come
And my Dorisa, come Dorisa
Y en aquel mar de vino
she who sings
With the voice of a mermaid.
Gaily we will toast till we lose count,
In the narrow-rimmed cups,
Filled with scented nectar.
As our old ways please us better
Helpful boys,
Take out the old pipe.
And in that sea of wine,
As if they were warships,
Let the wide earthenware jars
With their tall handles sail.
Let us bless our forefathers
Who on their Barbarian tables
Drank out of barrels,
And toasted with wooden vases.

Hasta donde llegan mis recuerdos de interminables celebraciones, junto a coroneles y comandantes
del ejercito ruso, rememorando a los antiguos boyardos, ancestros presentes en nuestros genes, al
igual que el vino corre por nuestras venas en dichos acontecimientos.
Y brindaremos al unísono " NA ZDOROVIE!"
Rompiendo la quietud de la noche el estrepitar del cristal de las copas contra el suelo.

Elena Yushkova
Concertista de piano
Piano soloist

As far back as I can recall endless celebrations, together with colonels and commanders from
the Russian army, remembering the ancient Boyars, ancestors present in our genes, just like
wine runs through our veins in those events.
And we shall drink a toast with one voice "NA ZDOROVIE!", the glasses noisily breaking the
stillness of the night as they fall to the ground.
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