1 min read
Слушать(AI)Ditty of First Desire
In the green morningI wanted to be a heart.a heart.
And in the ripe eveningI wanted to be a nightingale.
A nightingale.(Soul,turn oranged colored.
Soul, turn the color of love.)In the vivid morningI wanted to be myself.
A heart.
And at the evenings endI wanted to be my voiceA nightingale.
Soul,turn orange colored.
Soul,turn the color of love.
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
Comments
You need to be signed in to write comments
Other author posts
La Guitarra
Empieza el llantode la guitarra Se rompen las copasde la madrugada Empieza el llanto de la guitarra Es inútil callarla
Piccolo Valzer Viennese
A Vienna ci sono dieci ragazze,una spalla dove piange la mortee un bosco di colombe disseccate C'e' un frammento del mattinonel museo della brina C'è un salone con mille vetrate Ahi
The Little Mute Boy
The little boy was looking for his voice (The King of the crickets had it )In a drop of waterthe little boy was looking for his voice I do not want it for speaking with;
Declaring
Find them a conscience declared in an absolute casual sun, find them a feat declared by the happy Absolute windows, absolute little Always tell a wall, letter throne stone desk-life, as it That which through a cautious power dwells,...
