“I'll always be happy if they'd leave me alone in that delightful and unknown furthest corner, apart from struggles, putrefactions and nonsense; the ultimate corner of sugar and toast, where the mermaids catch the branches of the willows and the heart opens to a flute's sharpness.” IfsHeartStruggleUltimateCornersBranchesNonsenseSugarDelightfulLeaving MeMe AloneToastsMermaidFlutesLeave Me AloneAlways Be HappySharpness Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“Death, vicious death, Leave a green branch for love.” GreenBranchesVicious Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“Never let me lose the marvel of your statue-like eyes, or the accent the solitary rose of your breath places on my cheek at night. I am afraid of being, on this shore, a branchless trunk, and what I most regret is having no flower, pulp, or clay for the worm of my despair. If you are my hidden treasure, if you are my cross, my dampened pain, if I am a dog, and you alone my master, never let me lose what I have gained, and adorn the branches of your river with leaves of my estranged Autumn.” IfsEyePainNightLosesDogFlowerMastersRegretDespairRiversCrossesLet MeBreathsRoseTreasureBranchesAutumnShoreCheeksSolitaryAccentsWormsClayStatuesTrunksPulpHidden Treasure Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“Night of Sleepless Love The night above. We two. Full moon. I started to weep, you laughed. Your scorn was a god, my laments moments and doves in a chain. The night below. We two. Crystal of pain. You wept over great distances. My ache was a clutch of agonies over your sickly heart of sand. Dawn married us on the bed, our mouths to the frozen spout of unstaunched blood. The sun came through the shuttered balcony and the coral of life opened its branches over my shrouded heart.” HeartTwoMomentsPainNightSunBloodBedMoonMarriedMouthsDistanceChainsDawnBranchesSandLaughedAgonyFrozenAcheScornCrystalsDoveLamentClutchFull MoonBalconies Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“The weeping of the guitar begins. The goblets of dawn are smashed. The weeping of the guitar begins. Useless to silence it. Impossible to silence it. It weeps monotonously as water weeps as the wind weeps over snowfields. Impossible to silence it. It weeps for distant things. Hot southern sands yearning for white camellias. Weeps arrow without target evening without morning and the first dead bird on the branch. Oh, guitar! Heart mortally wounded by five swords.” FirstsHeartWaterWhiteSilenceMorningFiveImpossibleWindBirdHotGuitarEveningUselessDawnBranchesSandTargetSouthernYearningWoundedArrowsWeepingCamellias Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“Verde que te quiero verde. Verde viento. Verde ramas. Green I love you green. Green Wind. Green branches.” LoveTreeLove YouWindGreenBranchesRama Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“Green how I want you green. Green wind. Green branches.” WantColorWindGreenBranchesI Want You Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
