I KNOW HE WAS BORN IN 1898 (SORRY) NACIÓ EN 1898 (fallo mío)
The death of Federico García Lorca, my favorite poet of all times. Mi poeta favorito.
Music By Hevia song Busindre Reel
Before the Dawn
But like love
the archers
are blind
Upon the green night,
the piercing saetas
leave traces of warm
lily.
The keel of the moon
breaks through purple clouds
and their quivers
fill with dew.
Ay, but like love
the archers
are blind!
The Guitar
Begins the crying of the guitar
It rends the chords of the sunrise
When the crying of the guitar begins
It is useless to hush it, it is impossible to hush it up.
It cries monotonously like the crying of water,
The way wind weeps over the snow.
It is impossible to silence it,
It cries for distant things.