Federico García Lorca

Sleepless Night of Love




Night up both with full moon

I began to mourn and you laughed.

Your disdain was a god, mine complaints

chain moments and pigeons.



Night below them. Crystal penalty

you cried for deep distances.

My pain was a group of agonies

on your weak heart of sand.



Dawn joined us on the bed,

hydrants placed on ice stream

an endless blood spilled.



And the sun came through the balcony closed

and the coral of life opened its branch

shroud over my heart.