Night of Sleepless Love / Noche del amor insomne

Federico García Lorca The night above. We two. Full moon. I started to weep, you laughed. Your scorn was god, my laments moments and doves in a chain. The night below. We two. Crystal of pain. You wept over great distances. My ache was a clutch of agonies over your sickly heart of sand. Dawn married us on the bed, our mouths to the frozen spout of unstaunched blood. The sun came through the shuttered balcony and the coral of life opened its branches over my shrouded heart. Noche arriba los dos, con luna llena, yo me puse a llorar … Continúa leyendo Night of Sleepless Love / Noche del amor insomne