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El campode olivosse abre y se cierracomo un abanico.
Sobre el olivarhay un cielo hundidoy una lluvia oscurade luceros fríos.
Tiembla junco y penumbraa la orilla del río.
Se riza el aire gris.
Los olivos,están cargadosde gritos.
Una bandadade pájaros cautivos,que mueven sus larguísimascolas en lo sombrío.
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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