viernes, 23 de marzo de 2012



We travel
over a mirror
without silver,
over a crystal
without cloud.
If the lilies were to grow
upside down,
is the roses were to grow
upside down,
if all the roots
were to face the stars
and the dead not shut
their eyes,
we would be like swans.

Fedrico García Lorca

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