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Angela
42 Santo Domingo, Santo Domingo, Rep. Dominicana
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Login / Register Home Poems Your poems Friendship Love Beautiful Funny poems Short Friendship Short Love Short Birthdays Children Long Nature poems Sad by Category: ABCD EFGH IJKL MNOP QRST UVWX YZ by Author: ABCD EFGH Eduardo Galeano Mahatma Gandhi Federico García Lorca Gabriel García Márquez Juan Gelmán Jaime Gil de Biedma Oliverio Girondo Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Luis de Góngora José Gorostiza Günter Grass Jorge Guillén See More IJKL MNOP QRST UVWX YZ Jokes Phrases Memes Gifs Stories Examples Lists Authors Tests Friendship Love Names Congratulations 3 0Poems by Federico García Lorca MADRIGAL I looked into your eyes when I was a child and good. Your hands brushed me And you gave me a kiss. (The clocks have the same cadence, And the nights have the same stars.) And my heart opened Like a flower under the sky, The petals of lust And the stamens of sleep. (The clocks have the same cadence, And the nights have the same stars.) In my room I sobbed Like the prince of the story By Golden Star Who left the tournaments. (The clocks have the same cadence, And the nights have the same stars.) I walked away from your side Loving you without knowing it. I don't know what your eyes, your hands or your hair are like. The only thing left on my forehead is The Butterfly of the Kiss. (The clocks have the same cadence, And the nights have the same stars.) Author of the poem: Federico García Lorca 9 0.3 4 % positive votes Total votes: 1 4 5 Share: DISCARD SADNESS AND MELANCOLÍAS LIFE ... Poems by Federico García Lorca - DISCARD SADNESS AND MELANCOLÍAS LIFE ... Discard sadness and melancholy. Life is kind, it has only a few days and only now are we to enjoy it. Author of the poem: Federico García Lorca 8 6 .59% positive votes Total votes: 716 Share: WATER, WHERE ARE YOU GOING? Water, where are you going? Laughing I go down the river to the seashore. Mar, where are you going? Upstream I go looking for a source to rest. Poplar, and you what will you do? I don't want to tell you anything. I ... tremble! What do I want, what do I not want, for the river and for the sea? (Four birds aimlessly in the high poplar are.) Author of the poem: Federico García Lorca 84.51% positive votes Total votes: 297 Share: I FEEL I feel blood burning in my veins, a red flame that is cooking my passions in my heart. Women, pour water, please; When everything is burned, only the chicks fly in the wind. Author of the poem: Federico García Lorca 83.47% positive votes Total votes: 242 Shares: THE POET ASKS HIS LOVE TO WRITE HIM Love of my entrails, long live death, in vain I wait for your written word and I think, with the flower that withers, that if I live without me I want to lose you. The air is immortal. The inert stone neither knows the shadow nor avoids it. Inner heart does not need the frozen honey that the moon pours. But I suffered you. I tore my veins, tiger and dove, on your waist in a duel of bites and lilies. So fill my madness with words or let me live in my serene night of the soul forever dark. Author of the poem: Federico García Lorca 83.42% positive votes Total votes: 591 Shares: THE INFIEL CASADA And that I took her to the river thinking she was a girl, but she had a husband. It was the night of Santiago and almost by commitment. The lanterns were turned off and the fetters were turned on. In the farthest corners I touched her sleeping breasts, and they suddenly parted like bouquets of hyacinths. The starch of her petticoat sounded in my ear, like a piece of silk torn by ten knives. Without silver light in their tops the trees have grown, and a horizon of dogs barks far from the river. After the blackberries, the reeds, and the thorns, I made a hole in the silt under his head of hair. I took off my tie. she took off the dress. I belt with revolver. She her four bras. Neither tuberose nor shells have such fine skin, not even the crystals with the moon shine with that brilliance. Her thighs leaked out like startled fish, half full of fire, half full of cold. That night I ran the best of the trails, mounted on a mother-of-pearl filly without bridle and without stirrups. I don't mean, by man, the things she said to me. The light of understanding has made me more discreet. Dirty with kisses and sand I took her from the river. The swords of the lilies flapped in the air. I behaved like what I am. Like a legitimate gypsy. I gave her a large straw satin sewing kit, and I didn't want to fall in love because, having a husband, she told me she was a girl when he took her to the river. Author of the poem: Federico García Lorca 82.85% positive votes Total votes: 274 Shares: LLAGAS DE AMOR This light, this fire that devours. This grey scenary surrounds me. This pain for just an idea. This anguish of heaven, world and time. This cry of blood that decorates lyre without a pulse, lubricious tea. This weight of the sea that hits me. This scorpion that dwells on my chest. They are garlands of love, the bed of the wounded, where without sleep, I dream of your presence among the ruins of my sunken chest. And although I seek the summit of prudence, your heart gives me a valley stretched out with hemlock and the passion of bitter science. Author of the poem: Federico García Lorca 82.73% positive votes Total votes: 498 Shares: MY GIRL WENT TO THE SEA ... My girl went to the sea, to count waves and Chinese, but she suddenly found herself with the river of Seville. Between oleanders and bells, five boats swayed, oars in the water and sails in the breeze. Who looks inside the tower in Seville? Five voices answered round as rings. The sky rides gallantly to the river, from shore to shore. In the rosy air, five rings swayed. Author of the poem: Federico García Lorca 79.86% positive votes Total votes: 427 Shares: IT'S TRUE Oh, what a job it costs me to love you the way I love you! For your love my air, my heart and my hat ache. Who would buy me this headband that I have and this sadness of white thread, to make handkerchiefs? Oh what a job it costs me to love you the way I love you! Author of the poem: Federico García Lorca 78.43% positive votes Total votes: 788 Shares: PASSIONATE MADRIGAL I would like to be on your lips to extinguish myself in the snow of your teeth. I would like to be in your chest to undo in blood. I would like in your golden hair to dream forever. May your heart become the grave of mine suffering. May your flesh be my flesh, may my forehead be your forehead. I would like all my soul to enter your brief body and to be your thought and I to be your target you dress. To make you fall in love with me with such a passion that you consume yourself looking for me without ever finding me. So that you go shouting my name towards the west, asking for me to the water, sadly drinking the ice that my heart left on the road to love you. And while I will go inside your sweet and weak body, being me, a woman, yourself, and being in you forever, while you in vain search for me from East to West, until at last the gray flame of death burns us. . Author of the poem: Federico García Lorca So that you go shouting my name towards the west, asking for me to the water, sadly drinking the ice that my heart left on the road to love you. And while I will go inside your sweet and weak body, being me, a woman, yourself, and being in you forever, while you in vain search for me from East to West, until at last the gray flame of death burns us. . Author of the poem: Federico García Lorca So that you go shouting my name towards the west, asking for me to the water, sadly drinking the ice that my heart left on the road to love you. And while I will go inside your sweet and weak body, being me, a woman, yourself, and being in you forever, while you in vain search for me from East to West, until at last the gray flame of death burns us. . Author of the poem: Federico García Lorca
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