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Слушать(AI)Las Seis Cuerdas
La guitarra,hace llorar a los sueños.
El sollozo de las almasperdidas,se escapa por su bocaredonda.
Y como la tarántulateje una gran estrellapara cazar suspiros,que flotan en su negro aljibe de madera.
Federico Garcia Lorca
Federico del Sagrado Corazón de Jesús García Lorca (5 June 1898 – 19 August 1936), known as Federico García Lorca, was a Spanish poet, playwrigh
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