viernes, 23 de marzo de 2012

Federico García Lorca

Law of hip and breast
under the outstretched branch,
ancient and newly born
power of the Spring.
Now, bee, my nakedness wants
to be the dahlia of your fate,
the murmur or wine
of your madness and number:
but my love looks for the pure
madness of breeze and warbling.

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