Federico García Lorca

(5 June 1898 – 19 August 1936 / Fuente Vaqueros)

El Balcón


Si muero
Dejad el balcón abierto

El niño come naranjas
(Desde mi balcón lo veo)

El segador siega el trigo
(Desde mi balcón lo siento)

Si muero
Dejad el balcón abierto

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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  • Will Barber (9/11/2006 5:40:00 AM)

    Garcia Lorca is perhaps the finest poet of Siglo XX - and yet this site does not have his finest poem - << Verde, que te quiero verde >>

    Whether in translation or in Spanish - 'Green, I want you green' would be a welcome addition to this site.

    My copy of Garcia Lorca's works - lost in a flood, long ago.

    Yo soy un hombre sincero de donde crecen las palmas.

    No vivo en Guantanamera, aforturnadamente.

    Por favor,
    Will some kind soul post <>

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