Author: Federico Garcia Lorca

The litle boy was looking for his voice. (The King of the crickets had it.) In a drop of water […]

If I die, Leave the balcony open. The little boy is eating oranges. (From my balcony I can see him.) […]

Largo espectro de plata conmovida El viento de la noche suspirando, Abriу con mano gris mi vieja herida Y se […]

Noche de cuatro lunas Y un solo бrbol, Con una sola sombra Y un solo pбjaro. Busco en mi carne […]

No one understood the perfume Of the dark magnolia of your womb. Nobody knew that you tormented A hummingbird of […]

Tree, tree Dry and green. The girl with the pretty face Is out picking olives. The wind, playboy of towers, […]

The fat lady came out first, Tearing out roots and moistening drumskins. The fat lady Who turns dying octopuses inside […]

In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody. Nobody is asleep. The creatures of the moon sniff and prowl […]

In the green morning I wanted to be a heart. A heart. And in the ripe evening I wanted to […]

The men kept to themselves: They were waiting for the swiftness of the last cyclists. The women kept to themselves: […]