Federico Garcia Lorca

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

No one understood the perfumeof the dark magnolia of your womb
Nobody knew that you tormenteda hummingbird of love between your teeth
A thousand Persian little horses fell asleepin the plaza with moon of your forehead,while through four ...

Mi sombra va silenciosa por el agua de la acecia
Por mi sombra están las ranas privadas de las estrellas
La sombra manda a mi cuerpo reflejos de cosas quietas
Mi sombra va como inmenso cínife color violeta

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...

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...

I want to sleep the sleep of the apples,
I want to get far away from the busyness of the cemeteries
I want to sleep the sleep of that childwho longed to cut his heart open far out at sea
I don't want them to tell me again how the co...

Dice la tarde: "¡Tengo sed de sombra
"Dice la luna: "¡Yo, sed de luceros
"La fuente cristalina pide labiosy suspira el viento
Yo tengo sed de aromas y de risas,sed de cantares nuevossin lunas y sin lirios,y sin a...

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,...

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

In the sky there is nobody asleep
Nobody, nobody
Nobody is asleep
The creatures of the moon sniff and prowl about their cabins

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