Macías (approx. 1340-1370) was a Galician troubadour and one of the last Galician medieval poets.
Little is known about the life of Macías. His successor and compatriot Juan Rodríguez de la Cámara establishes that Macías was a native of Galicia. H. A. Rennert has determined the time period in which he lived based on a number of references, the earliest and most important of which is the Marqués de Santillana’s 1449 letter to the Constable of Portugal Dom Pedro. In the letter, the Marqués mentions Macías as a contemporary of two late-fourteenth century poets, Basco Pérez de Camoes and Ferrant Casquiçio, whose lives are better documented. Don Martín de Ximena y Jurado in the Anales Eclesiásticos de Jaén, provides us with Macías’s probable resting place, the church of the castle of Santa Catalina in Arjonilla, a town near Jaén.
Five poems (or cantigas) in the 1445 Cancionero de Baena are attributed to Macías, and he is the reputed author of sixteen others. Although all of Macías’s known poetry is amatory, the full extent his poetic production is unknown and may have included poems of other types, possibly in Castilian in addition to his native Galician.
Oh I need you here to start off another year
I gotta say it's felt so cold with you far away
And the tree wont look right without you hear tonight
So pretty baby catch the midnight flight
Cause bright lights and silver stars
Shine over my head
And people go passing by
I see them holding hands oh
The streets are all covered with snow
There's no way to drive yourself home
But there's not a cloud up in the sky
So pretty baby catch the midnight flight
I sit and wait with your gift so patiently
The hour is late
So before they close the gate
Park in a red light and catch the midnight flight
Cause bright lights and silver stars
Shine over my head
And people go passing by
I see them holding hands oh
The streets are all covered with snow
The buses have no where to go
But the pilot is taking off tonight
Oh pretty baby catch the midnight flight
Cause bright lights and silver stars
Shine over my head
And people go passing by
I see them smiling with friends
So baby come back to me
I'm hanging out under the tree
Watching some lovers skate on ice