My wonderful husband was reading my blog yesterday evening, and he was annoyed that the post was in Espanol (that means Spanish, honey). Here's the translation:
Excerpt from "New Songs" - F. Garcia Lorca
I am thirsty for scents and for laughter
Thirsty for new songs
without irises or moons,
without dead loves.
A morning song that can shiver
quiet backwaters
of the future and fill
their waves and silt with hope
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