the branches die of love.
The night of anise and silver
above the bridges of March.
The branches die of love.
andin Lolitas breasts
Naked the night sings
Lolita bathes her body
Silver of streams and mirrors
with salt water and roses.
Serenata
shines over the rooftops.
along the shore of the river
Federico García Lorca
The night soaks itself
The branches dieof love.
The branches die of love.
Anise of your white thighs.
