In the distance the mountains, you
settled in the valley on the banks of the great river,
faithful witness of deeds, courage, vigor, it is whispering
where is found.
In you, Córdoba, there is no square or street
whose magic on moonlit nights and summer,
not reflect the chord of nostalgia and lament
feel better notch.
Landmarks
a flourishing period,
stories of a past love,
scents that brings air from the East.
echoes resound with the dawn, perhaps an odalisque
complacent because you will always be sultana and blackberry. Manoli
Calderón
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