The river Guadalquivir Flows between oranges and olives The two rivers of Granada Descend from the snow to the wheat Oh my love! Who went and never … - Federico García Lorca

Como no me he preocupado de nacer, no me preocupo de morir.

"Quasida of the Woman Prone"

To see you naked is to remember the Earth,
the smooth Earth, clean of horses,
the Earth without reeds, pure form,
closed to the future, confine of silver.

To see you naked is to understand the desire
of rain that looks for the delicate waist,
or the fever of the broad-faced sea
that cannot find the light of its cheek.

Blood will ring through the bedrooms
and will come with flaming swords,
but you will not know the hiding places
of the violet or the heart of the toad.

Your womb is a struggle of roots.
Your lips are a dawn without contour.
Under the lukewarm roses of the bed
the dead men moan, awaiting their return.

El corazón
Que tenía en la escuela
Donde estuvo pintada
La cartilla primera
¿Está en ti
Noche negra
Frío frío
Como el agua
Del río.
El primer beso
Que supo a beso y fue
Para mis labios niños
Como la lluvia fresca
¿Está en ti
Noche negra