Federico García LorcaGreen, how I want you green.Green wind. Green branches.The ship out on
Federico García Lorca Green, how I want you green.Green wind. Green branches.The ship out on the seaand the horse on the mountain.With the shade around her waistshe dreams on her balcony,green flesh, her hair green,with eyes of cold silver.Green, how I want you green.Under the gypsy moon,all things are watching herand she cannot see them. -- source link
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