The
cocks picks dig for the dawn, when the mountain
dark comes Soledad Montoya. Copper
yellow, flesh, smells
horse and shade. Anvils
smoked her breasts, moaning
round songs.
Soledad, for whom questions
without company at this hour? Ask
who ask,
tell me yourself what you care?
I come to find what you seek,
my joy and my person. Soledad
of my sorrows,
horse bolted,
finally finds the sea and is swallowed
waves.
not remind me of the sea, the penalty
black springs on land
olive under the rustling of leaves.
Soledad, what a pity you! Too bad so
pitiful!
cry sour lemon juice and waiting mouth. Pity
so big!
run my house like crazy
my two braids on the ground,
from the kitchen to the bedroom.
What a shame! I'm getting jet
meat and clothing.
Oh, my linen shirts!
Ah, my thighs poppy! Soledad
: wash your body with water
larks, and let your heart
in peace, Soledad Montoya.
*
For down the river sings:
wheel of sky and leaves.
with squash blossoms, the new light
crown. Oh
penalty gypsies! Pena
clean and always alone. Oh
penalty channel
hidden and remote early!
Federico García Lorca
Ana Belén. Music: Fito Paez
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