Ode to Salvador Dali (Federico Garcia Lorca Poems)
A rose in the high garden you desire.A wheel in the pure syntax of steel.The mountain stripped bare of Impressionist ...
A rose in the high garden you desire.A wheel in the pure syntax of steel.The mountain stripped bare of Impressionist ...
Each afternoon in Granada, each afternoon, a child dies. Each afternoon the water sits down and chats with its companions. ...
The men kept to themselves: they were waiting for the swiftness of the last cyclists. The women kept to themselves: ...
I want to sleep the dream of the apples, to withdraw from the tumult of cemetries. I want to sleep ...
The litle boy was looking for his voice. (The King of the crickets had it.) In a drop of water ...
Playing her parchment moon Precosia comes along a watery path of laurels and crystal lights. The starless silence, fleeing from ...
Green, how I want you green. Green wind. Green branches. The ship out on the sea and the horse on ...
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