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“ ”El campo
de olivos
se abre y se cierra
como un abanico.
Sobre el olivar
hay un cielo hundido
y una lluvia oscura
de luceros fríos.
Tiembla junco y penumbra
a la orilla del río.
Se riza el aire gris.
Los olivos,
están cargados
de gritos.
Una bandada
de pájaros cautivos,
que mueven sus larguísimas
colas en lo sombrío.
About Federico García Lorca
Federico García Lorca (5 June 1898 – 19 August 1936) was a Spanish poet, dramatist, painter, pianist and composer.
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Additional quotes by Federico García Lorca
لا نجمة تهوى أن تكون الورقة
If lilies would grow
backwards,
if roses would grow
backwards,
if all those roots
could see the stars
& the dead not close
their eyes,
we would become like swans.
Every song
is the remains
of love.
Every light
the remains
of time.
A knot
of time.
And every sigh
the remains
of a cry.
- <i>Every Song</i>