El campo de olivos se abre y se cierra como un abanico. Sobre el olivar hay un cielo hundido y una lluvia oscura de luceros fríos. Tiembla junco y pe… - Federico García Lorca

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El campo
de olivos
se abre y se cierra
como un abanico.
Sobre el olivar
hay un cielo hundido
y una lluvia oscura
de luceros fríos.
Tiembla junco y penumbra
a la orilla del río.
Se riza el aire gris.
Los olivos,
están cargados
de gritos.
Una bandada
de pájaros cautivos,
que mueven sus larguísimas
colas en lo sombrío.

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About Federico García Lorca

Federico García Lorca (5 June 1898 – 19 August 1936) was a Spanish poet, dramatist, painter, pianist and composer.

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Alternative Names: García Lorca García Lorca, Federico G. F. Lorca Phenteriko Gkarthia Lorka Lorka F. García Lorca F. G. Lorca Lorca Federico Garciá Lorca Federico del Sagrado Corazón de Jesús García Lorca Phederiko Gkarthia Lorka Federiḳo Garsiyah Lorḳah Federiko Garsii︠a︡ Lorka Federico Garcia Lorca Frederico Garcia Lorca Federico del Sagrado Corazon de Jesus Garcia Lorca Garcia Lorca F. Garcia Lorca Federiko Garsia Lorka Federico Carcía Lorca Federico Carcia Lorca
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