Gacela Of The Dark Death Comments

Cover me at dawn with a veil, because dawn will throw fistfuls of ants at me, and wet with hard water my shoes so that the pincers of the scorpion slide. This stanga is very nice

A beautiful write that we all can enjoy.

There is an error in the translation. The line that I am the small friend of the West wing; should say that I am the small friend of the West wind;

I miss poetry like this most of all.

Nice poem federico keep it up

Simply superb, portraying the situation in which Lorca was caught and saw brutal cruelty of bourgeois society.

You My Friend Even Thou you are long gone You are still something special