Gacela of the Dark Death (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
I want to sleep the dream of the apples, to withdraw from the tumult of cemetries. I want to sleep ...
I want to sleep the dream of the apples, to withdraw from the tumult of cemetries. I want to sleep ...
In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody. Nobody is asleep. The creatures of the moon sniff and prowl ...
1. Cogida and death At five in the afternoon. It was exactly five in the afternoon. A boy brought the ...
The moon came into the forge in her bustle of flowering nard. The little boy stares at her, stares. The ...
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