Literatura Federico Garcia Lorca

Double poem of Lake Eden

It was my ancient voice
unaware of dense bitter juices
Licking my feet
under the drenched and fragile ferns

Ay, ancient voice of my love
ay, voice of my truth,
ay, voice of my open side
when only roses flowered from my tongue
and the grass did not recognize the impassive teeth of the horse!

You are here drinking my blood,
drinking my tiresome-child's temper,
while my eyes break in the wind
against aluminum and the voices of drunks.

Let me pass through the door
where Eve eats ants
and Adam impregnates bedazzled fishes
Let me pass, little man with horns,
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