White turtle moon
asleep
how slowly you walk! Closing an eyelid
of shadows, which archaeological
view pupil.
That may be ...
(Satan is blind)
a relic. Viva
lesson for anarchists. Lord
usually plant their farm
with dead eyes and heads of anti
militias.
rigid governs the divine face with his turban
cold mist, making sweet
stars dead crow
the blond of the day.
Therefore, moon, moon
asleep!, You protesting
dry breezes of the great abuse
tyranny of the Lord that I
routed along a path,
always the same!,
while he
enjoys in the company of Mrs.
Death
is his beloved ... White
turtle asleep
moon, Veronica caste
the sun at sunset fair
his face red. Ten
hope
dead polished, that the Great Lenin
your
countryside will
Osa Mayor, the sullen sky
fierce quiet
that will give his farewell hug
the old huge
six days.
And then
white moon, kingdom come
pure ash.
Poetry of Federico Gracia Lorca.
Besitoss muakk!
Sara ..
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