Federico Garcia Lorca

Sobre el cielode las margaritas ando
Yo imagino esta tardeque soy santo
Me pusieron la lunaen las manos
Yo la puse otra vezen los espaciosy el Señor me premiócon la rosa y el halo

If I die,leave the balcony open
The little boy is eating oranges
(From my balcony I can see him
)The reaper is harvesting the wheat

Dawn in New York hasfour columns of mireand a hurricane of black pigeonssplashing in the putrid waters
Dawn in New York groanson enormous fire escapessearching between the anglesfor spikenards of drafted anguish
Dawn arrives and no one r...

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,...

In the green morningI wanted to be a heart
a heart
And in the ripe eveningI wanted to be a nightingale
A nightingale

Si muero Dejad el balcón abierto El niño come naranjas (Desde mi balcón lo veo) El segador siega el trigo (Desde mi balcón lo siento) Si muero Dejad el balcón abierto

Each afternoon in Granada,each afternoon, a child dies
Each afternoon the water sits downand chats with its companions
The dead wear mossy wings
The cloudy wind and the clear windare two pheasants in flight through the towers,and th...