Poetry of Federico Garcia Lorca

The girl from sweet face

The girl from sweet face

collecting olives.

Woo the wind towers,

take it to your belt.

Pass four on horseback

every Andalusian Stallion is:

Green and Scarlet robes

and large dark Cape.

Or girl come to Cordova!

Don’t listen to the girl.

Pass three torerini,

sottigliuzzi belt

with orange color cloths,

old silver sword.

Girl, come to Seville!

Don’t listen to the girl.

And when he was purple

the evening in scattered light

He passed a young man travelling

Roses and blueberries.

Girl come and grenade!

Don’t listen to the girl.

The girl from sweet face

collecting olives one by one,

grey wind boom

wrapped the belt.

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