Variaciรณn / Variations El remanso de aire bajo la rama del eco. El remanso del agua bajo fronda de luceros. El remanso de tu boca bajo espesura de besos. * The still waters of the air under the bough of the echo. The still waters of the water under a frond of stars. The still waters of your mouth under a thicket of kisses. Translated from the Spanish by Lysander Kemp
Federico Garcia LorcaThe artist, and particularly the poet, is always an anarchist in the best sense of the word. He must heed only the call that arises within him from three strong voices: the voice of death, with all its foreboding, the voice of love and the voice of art.
Federico Garcia LorcaMy head is full of fire and grief and my tongue runs wild, pierced with shards of glass.
Federico Garcia LorcaNot for a moment, beautiful aged Walt Whitman, have I failed to see your beard full of butterflies.
Federico Garcia Lorca