Federico Garcia Lorca
When they murdered him,they went everywhere
To cemeteries,to caffees, to churches
But they didn`t find him! No! He wasn`t there!
They never found him!
The trees cried when he died
The trees from the garden of forbidden desires
The roses cried when he died
The roses of sad poet`s garden
Now he stands in Plaza de Santa Ana
And a secret voice of hidden love whispers-
It whispers to the tourists:Green! I love you greenly!
Only the wind, the sun, the moon,the stars,
The flowers, the gypsies and the poets
Hear his words of blood and gold
Copyright © Vesna Kovrlija | Year Posted 2012
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