Lorca, Noche de amor insomne
The two of us awake at night, under a full moon
you made me cry while you laughed
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Trees,1919
Garcia Lorca, Trees,1919
Trees!
Were you arrows?
Fallen from the blue?
What terrible warriors sent you?
Were they the stars?
Your music springs from the song of birds
from the eyes of God, the perfect passion.
Trees!
Will your tough roots know my heart is in the soil?