Gacela of the Dark Death
I want to sleep the dream of the apples,
to withdraw from the tumult of cemetries.
I want to sleep the dream of that child
who wao cut his heart on the high seas.
I dont want to hear again that the dead do not lose their blood,
that the putrid mouth goes on asking for water.
I dont want to learn of the tortures of the grass,
nor of the moon with a serpents mouth
that labors before dawn.
I want to sleep awhile,
awhile, a minute, a tury;
but all must know that I have not died;
that there is a stable of gold in my lips;
that I am the small friend of the West wing;
that I am the intense shadows of my tears.
Cover me at dawn with a veil,
because dawn will throw fistfuls of ants at me,
a with hard water my shoes
so that the pincers of the scorpion slide.
For I want to sleep the dream of the apples,
to learn a lament that will se me to earth;
for I want to live with that dark child
who wao cut his heart on the high seas.
Federico Garcí……（内容加载失败！）
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