and that boy who cries because he has never heard of the invention
and bitter wounds on fire.
we will watch the preserved butterflies rise from the dead
or we climb to the knife edge of the snow with the voices of the dead
and whoever his pain pains will feel that pain forever
The creatures of the moon sniff and prowl about their cabins.
and the hair of the camel stands on end with a violent blue shudder.
the unbelievable alligator quiet beneath the tender protest of the
But if someone grows too much moss on his temples during the
the horses will live in the saloons
flesh exists. Kisses tie our mouths
Nobody is asleep.
One day
In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody.
Careful! Be careful! Be careful!
who has moaned for three years
Life is not a dream. Careful! Careful! Careful!
City That Does Not Sleep
dahlias.
a whip, boys, a whip!
I have said it before.
and the enraged ants
the lying goblets, and the poison, and the skull of the theaters.
The living iguanas will come and bite the men who do not dream,
The men who still have marks of the claw and the thunderstorm,
in a thicket of new veins,
and whoever is afraid of death will carry it on his shoulders.
we will watch our ring flash and roses spring from our tongue.
eyes of cows.
we must carry them to the wall where the iguanas and the snakes
because of a dry countryside on his knee;
In a graveyard far off there is a corpse
stars.
where the mummified hand of the boy is waiting,
Federico García Lorca
No one is sleeping in this world. No one, no one.
If someone does close his eyes,
But forgetfulness does not exist, dreams do not exist;
will throw themselves on the yellow skies that take refuge in the
of the bridge,
open the stage trapdoors so he can see in the moonlight
where the bears teeth are waiting,
and that boy they buried this morning cried so much
or that dead man who possesses now only his head and a shoe,
Nobody is sleeping.
Nobody is asleep.
it was necessary to call out the dogs to keep himquiet.
and the man who rushes out with his spirit broken will meet on the
Another day
are waiting,
Let there be a landscape of open eyes
No one is sleeping.
Nobody is sleeping in the sky. Nobody, nobody.
and still walking through a country of gray sponges and silent boats
Nobody is asleep on earth. Nobody, nobody.
night,
street corner
We fall down the stairs in order to eat the moist earth
