Author: Federico Garcia Lorca

Never let me lose the marvel Of your statue-like eyes, or the accent The solitary rose of your breath Places […]

In Vienna there are ten little girls, A shoulder for death to cry on, And a forest of dried pigeons. […]

The moon came into the forge In her bustle of flowering nard. The little boy stares at her, stares. The […]

Empieza el llanto De la guitarra. Se rompen las copas De la madrugada. Empieza el llanto De la guitarra. Es […]

Each afternoon in Granada, Each afternoon, a child dies. Each afternoon the water sits down And chats with its companions. […]

After rain, through afterglow, the unfolding fan Of railway landscape sidled onthe pivot Of a larger arc into the green […]

Playing her parchment moon Precosia comes Along a watery path of laurels and crystal lights. The starless silence, fleeing From […]

Oranges Do not grow in the sea Neither is there love in Sevilla. You in Dark and the I the […]

Y que yo me la llevй al rнo Creyendo que era mozuela, Pero tenнa marido. Fue la noche de Santiago […]

Weeping, I go down the street Grotesque, without solution With the sadness of Cyrano And Quixote. Redeeming Infinite impossiblities With […]