- Crime -
He was seen walking between the rifles,
down a long street,
take the field cold
stars still am.
killed Federico
when the light appeared.
The squad of executioners
dared not look at his face.
All eyes closed;
prayed, and God save you! Dead
fell Federico
-blood on his forehead and lead in the womb-
... That crime was in Granada
know - poor Granada! - In his Granada.
- The poet and death -
He was seen walking alone with her,
unafraid of her scythe.
The sun -tower and tower, hammers
in anvil anvil anvil and forges.
Federico was speaking
flirting with death. She listened.
"Because yesterday in my verse, friend,
sounded the clap of your dry palms,
and gave ice to my song, and the edge
my tragedy in your silver sickle,
sing you do not have meat,
you are missing eyes,
your hair that the wind shook,
where the red lips kiss you ...
Today as yesterday, gypsy, my death,
how well you alone,
by these air of Granada, Granada my! "
He was seen walking ...
Labrad, friends,
stone and sleep in the Alhambra, a mound
poet,
cry over a fountain where the water, and eternally
say
the crime was in Granada, in Granada!
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