Federico García Lorca (Guitar)

Begins
Lament the guitar,
Shattered
A cup of the morning.
Begins
Lament the guitar.
Oh, do not wait from her
Silence,
Do not ask her
Silence!
The guitar cries,
Like water on the slopes - crying,
As the wind over the snows - crying,
Do not mow her
About silence!
So the sunset is crying for the dawn,
So the arrow cries without a purpose,
So the sand is red-hot cries
About the cool beauty of camellias,
So the bird says goodbye to life
Under the threat of a snake sting.
Oh, the guitar,
The poor victim
Five agile daggers!

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I just them and decided to share them with you.