that dips its tail in the sea.
There is a thousand-windowed dance hall.
There are fresh garlands of tears.
seeing sheep and irises of snow
Little Viennese Waltz
in the attic where the children play,
in which your mouth and the ehcoes play.
Take this waltz that dies in my arms.
that paints little boys blue.
a shoulder for death to cry on,
See howthe hyacinths line my banks!
Federico García Lorca
my love, my love, I will have to leave
There is a fragment of tomorrow
Ay, ay, ay, ay!
There are beggars on the roof.
Ay, ay, ay, ay!
in the museum of winter frost.
In Vienna there are ten little girls,
Take this close-mouthed waltz.
through the dark silence of your forehead
Little waltz, little waltz, little waltz,
in a costume with
with the armchair and the book of death,
Take this " I will always love you" waltz
I love you, I love you, I love you,
my soul in a photographs and lilies,
of itself of death, and of brandy
in the iriss darkened garret,
In Vienna there are four mirrors
and a forest of dried pigeons.
Take this broken-waisted waltz.
a rivers head.
violin and grave, the waltzing ribbons
In Vienna I will dance with you
I will leave my mouth between your legs,
down the melancholy hallway,
through the noise, the balmy afternoon,
Ay, ay, ay, ay!
Because I love you, I love you, my love,
and in the dark wake of your footsteps,
There is a death for piano
dreaming ancient lights of Hungary
Ay, ay, ay, ay!
