There are in life such hard blows
I don't know
I don't know
Brother, today I sit on the brick bench of the house,where you make a bottomless emptiness
I remember we used to play at this hour, and mamacaressed us: "But, sons…"Now I go hideas before, from all eveninglectures, and I trust you n...
I remember we used to play at this hour, and mamacaressed us: "But, sons…"Now I go hideas before, from all eveninglectures, and I trust you n...
Luna
Corona de una testa inmensa,que te vas deshojando en sombras gualdas
Roja corona de un Jesús que piensatrágicamente dulce de esmeraldas
Luna
Corona de una testa inmensa,que te vas deshojando en sombras gualdas
Roja corona de un Jesús que piensatrágicamente dulce de esmeraldas
Luna
Me moriré en París con aguacero,un día del cual tengo ya el recuerdo
Me moriré en París -y no me corro-tal vez un jueves, como es hoy, de otoño
Jueves será, porque hoy, jueves, que prosoestos versos, los húmeros me he puestoa la mala y, ...
Me moriré en París -y no me corro-tal vez un jueves, como es hoy, de otoño
Jueves será, porque hoy, jueves, que prosoestos versos, los húmeros me he puestoa la mala y, ...
From all of this I am the only one who leaves
From this bench I go away, from my pants,from my great situation, from my actions,from my number split side to side,from all of this I am the only one who leaves
From the Champs Elysées or as...
From this bench I go away, from my pants,from my great situation, from my actions,from my number split side to side,from all of this I am the only one who leaves
From the Champs Elysées or as...
Like priestly imprisoned poets, the poplars of blood have fallen asleep
On the hills, the flocks of Bethlehem chew arias of grass at sunset
The ancient shepherd, who shivers at the last martyrdoms of light, in his Easter eyes has caught ...
On the hills, the flocks of Bethlehem chew arias of grass at sunset
The ancient shepherd, who shivers at the last martyrdoms of light, in his Easter eyes has caught ...
Voluntario de España, milicianode huesos fidedignos, cuando marcha a morir tu corazón,cuando marcha a matar con su agoníamundial, no sé verdaderamentequé hacer, dónde ponerme; corro, escribo, aplaudo,lloro, atisbo, destrozo, apagan, digoa mi pecho...
