Double poem of Lake Eden It was my ancient voice unaware of dense bitter juices Licking my feet under the drenched and fragile ferns Ay, ancient voice of my love ay, voice of my truth, ay, voice of my open side when only roses flowered from my tongue and the grass did not recognize the impassive teeth of the horse! You are here drinking my blood, drinking my tiresome-child's temper, while my eyes break in the wind against aluminum and the voices of drunks. Let me pass through the door where Eve eats ants and Adam impregnates bedazzled fishes Let me pass, little man with horns |
viernes, 23 de marzo de 2012
Federico García Lorca
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