Mandó que no se enterrase
sino que el cuerpo arreado
se ponga junto al altar
y a Tizona en la su mano;
así estuvo mucho tiempo
que fueron más de diez años.
In the pass above people were skiing. On the hard snow of the road there were orange-skins. A victoria had just driven by in which sat a bored inflated couple much swathed in furs.
"Where on earth are they going?"
"To the Puerta de Navecerrada," my friend answered.
"But they look as if they'd be happier having tea at Molinero's than paddling about up there in the snow."