El remanso del aire bajo la rama del eco. El remanso del agua bajo fronda de luceros. El remanso de tu boca bajo espesura de besos. - Federico García Lorca

"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.

عندما أموت
ادفنوني مع قيثارتي
عندما أموت
بين البرتقال والنعنع

عندما أموت
ادفنوني إذا شئتم
في مهب الريح

Era hermoso jinete,
y ahora montón de nieve.
Corrió ferias y montes
y brazos de mujeres.
Ahora, musgo de noche
le corona la frente