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Life is not a dream. Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! We fall down stairs and eat the moist earth, or we climb up to the snow's edge with the choir o… - Federico García Lorca
" "Life is not a dream. Watch out! Watch out! Watch out!
We fall down stairs and eat the moist earth,
or we climb up to the snow's edge with the choir of dead dahlias.
But there is no oblivion, no dream:
raw flesh. Kisses tie mouths
in a tangle of new veins
and those who are hurt will hurt without rest
and those who are frightened by death will carry it on their shoulders.
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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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García Lorca, Federico
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G. F. Lorca
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Phenteriko Gkarthia Lorka
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Lorka
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F. García Lorca
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F. G. Lorca
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Lorca
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Federico Garciá Lorca
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Federico del Sagrado Corazón de Jesús García Lorca
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Phederiko Gkarthia Lorka
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Federiḳo Garsiyah Lorḳah
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Federiko Garsii︠a︡ Lorka
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Federico Garcia Lorca
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Frederico Garcia Lorca
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Federico del Sagrado Corazon de Jesus Garcia Lorca
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Garcia Lorca
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F. Garcia Lorca
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Federiko Garsia Lorka
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Federico Carcía Lorca
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Federico Carcia Lorca
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Los cien enamorados
duermen para siempre
bajo la tierra seca.
Andalucía tiene
largos caminos rojos.
Córdoba, olivos verdes
donde poner cien cruces
que los recuerden.
Los cien enamorados
duermen para siempre.
-De Profundis
Those hundred lovers
are asleep forever
beneath the dry earth.
Andalusia has
long, red-colored roads.
Córdoba, green olive trees
for placing a hundred crosses
to remember them.
Those hundred lovers
are asleep forever.
-De Profundis
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