Words are not just words
they are kisses
on the lips of silence
that speak of your essence

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Verde que te quiero verde

Green, how I want you green.
Green wind. Green branches.
The ship out on the sea
and the horse on the mountain.
With the shade around her waist
she dreams on her balcony,
green flesh, her hair green,
with eyes of cold silver.
Green, how I want you green…

Verde que te quiero verde.
Verde viento. Verdes ramas.
El barco sobre la mar
y el caballo en la montaña.
Con la sombra en la cintura
ella sueña en su baranda,
verde carne, pelo verde,
con ojos de fría plata.
Verde que te quiero verde…

Federico Garcia Lorca

García Lorca was born on 5 June 1898, in Fuente Vaqueros, a small town a few miles from Granada, in Andalusia, southern Spain. His father owned a farm in the fertile vega surrounding Granada and a comfortable villa in the heart of the city. His mother was a gifted pianist. In 1909, his family moved to the city of Granada. In 1915, after graduating from secondary school, García Lorca attended Sacred Heart University. During this time his studies included law, literature, composition and piano. During 1916 and 1917, García Lorca traveled throughout Castile, Léon, and Galicia, in northern Spain, with a professor of his university, who also encouraged him to write his first book, Impresiones y Paisajes (Impressions and Landscapes – published 1918).



zoe said...

i love this poem so much, and i also love his voice so much, he is the perfect singer for it...
hvala, moja mila, this puts me in a great mood...

levent said...

He is a world poet...thank you for this poetry..I wish you a nice weekend !

Migue said...

Verde que te quiero verde. Verde viento. Verdes ramas.
Precioso. Lorca.

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