Gacela of the Dark Death

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    <strong>Gacela of the Dark Death</strong>

    I want to sleep the dream of the apples,

    to withdraw from the tumult of cemetries.

    I want to sleep the dream of that child

    who wao cut his heart on the high seas.

    I dont want to hear again that the dead do not lose their blood,

    that the putrid mouth goes on asking for water.

    I dont want to learn of the tortures of the grass,

    nor of the moon with a serpents mouth

    that labors before dawn.

    I >.9９ｌiｂ?</a>want to sleep awhile,

    awhile, a minute, a tury;

    but all must know that I have not died;

    that there is a s<mark>99ｌｉb.</mark>table of gold in my lips;

    that I am the small friend of the West wing;

    that I am the intense shadows of my tears.

    Cover me at dawn with a veil,

    because dawn will throw fistfuls of ants at me,

    a with hard water my shoes

    so that the pincers of the scorpion slide.

    For I want to sleep the dream of <samp></samp>the apples,

    to learn a lament that will cle<bdo>9９liｂ.</bdo>anse me to earth;

    for I want to live with that dark child

    who wao cut his heart on the high seas.

    <strong>Federico García Lorca</strong>

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