Federico García Lorca

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

Murió Al Amanecer


Noche de cuatro lunas
y un solo árbol,
con una sola sombra
y un solo pájaro.

Busco en mi carne las
huellas de tus labios.
El manantial besa al viento
sin tocarlo.

Llevo el No que me diste,
en la palma de la mano,
como un limón de cera
casi blanco.

Noche de cuatro lunas
y un solo árbol,
En la punta de una aguja,
está mi amor ¡girando!

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

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